| [doodle] face!Envy |
[10 Aug 2007|05:47pm] |
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megaherz - beiss mich |
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Did a yay-for-opening pic for the ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) envyxed comm Wiccat set up on IJ. Just Envy's face.
http://asylums.insanejournal.com/envyxed/432.html
I might post the version with no text on it later. Unfortunately it really is that size and it's not a cutout, so... No difference much? Note to myself, I should try to store this properly on a hosting site instead of deleting stuff like I always do... Hm.
Haha, need to take up drawing again, ugh. This is actually a substitute for the original idea since I doodled the structure and thought it'd be too much of a pain to clean up and put in real lines and color. Maybe I'll eventually do it anyway and post it up over there.
Uh... ::pulls blank:: That's it.
I so don't allot my time well. ::facedesks::
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| Skip Beat! (Kyoko/Ren) |
[05 Aug 2007|01:03am] |
Skip Beat! (Kyoko/Ren)
Title: Between Us
Author/Artist: tdei
Rating: PG
Warnings: n/a
Word count: 1223
Prompt: Skip Beat! Kyoko/Ren - UST - tension on set.
A/N: Question: How dead am I? Sorry this is so late. ._. Still working on my other prompts. Ouran ficlet up soon! And sorry, I kind of failed.;; T_T Super sub-text! It's there, really.
( Never. )
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| Fullmetal Alchemist (Greed/Roy) |
[11 Jul 2007|04:29am] |
Title: Number 77
Author/Artist: tdei
Rating: PG
Warnings: n/a
Word count: 1834
Prompt: Fullmetal Alchemist, Greed/Roy: abduction as seduction, claiming - Greed has always lived up to his name.
A/N: Sorry about the slight lateness. :X I'm terrible... T_T But I promise-- even if I'm late, my claims will eventually be done! D: (With heartfelt apologies for the lateness.) Well, here is the first fic, hope it's alright. (And I haven't read the other version of the same claim yet, but I just saw that I have also eeriely echoed the same phrase in mine version. o_o Cool!) Thanks to Mati for her help! :) ♥
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( There is no such thing as no such thing.' )
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| [d] this adoration is jealousy |
[02 Apr 2007|12:44am] |
i cut
you bleed
i hurt
you need
this adoration is jealousy
this obsession is disease
your strength in weakness
my faults in ingenuity
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| [thought] heroes |
[27 Mar 2007|12:54am] |
No one has my admiration, but one can earn my respect.
I know no heroes, only those who act when there is a need for action and those who do not.
What the fuck is a hero?
Someone that commands your admiration for their actions. Yet admiration is jealousy from your own impotence, your despicable lowliness. Those who worship are those who can't conceive of being worshipped themselves. Have no heroes lest you have no ambitions for yourself.
I despise heroes for acting above me and I despise those who call them heroes for acting beneath them, but I despise the most those who want to be heroes, because they desire the impotence of their peers, and those who want heroes, because they desire absolution of responsibility in matters pertaining to all.
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| ES21 c221 thought |
[04 Mar 2007|02:26am] |
Those trickster's eyes upon me, hotter than hell, fiercer than the damned defiant with their sole conviction, as he whispers that in this world, there is no such thing as 'invincible.'
All will fall-- the demon's promise-- only if I would agree.
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| thought |
[03 Mar 2007|03:29pm] |
and oh how she longed for retribution
more than happiness, love, security, or subsistence
on the verge of death her soul cried out
not for salvation, but revenge.
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| "i just want it all to stop" |
[08 Feb 2007|09:28pm] |
step up, step down
what is a drive
that crests from ebbs
only when i beat it on
again, again, and again
things that rise one by one
compel this way and that
when i reach i fail to grasp
when i pull back i choke
everything overwhelms
what is real, what is fake
faults that smother, lies of self-hate
the world has bent until it breaks
the only thing i know is i alone
the future crushes me
wither blister burn
and i feel
this is for me
but in the end i'm nothing
this is all for nothing
i'm so tired
i just want it all to stop
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| [d] "only you know if it does" |
[04 Feb 2007|01:18am] |
they swore they killed us all
and ground our souls to naught
but if you still think,
there's still enough of us
everything you grasp turns to dust
anything you love you must give up
is truth worth it all
only you know if it does
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| [d] "hey god you're dead" |
[02 Feb 2007|09:47pm] |
oh god, i have been sick
oh god, i have been unwell
putting dreams and desires
where they shouldn't dwell
dear god, i haven't been myself
dear god, i can't stop wanting
for things to be other than they are
i think i've killed myself
closed my eyes
shut my ears
still can't cast the truth out
hey, god, You're dead.
you can't cast me out
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| [plot] SM Helios/Endymion |
[27 Oct 2006|08:19pm] |
Sparked off again by two of Aishuu's recent SM recs.
Pluto -> Mercury + moon - Earth all sort of shady; "too sweet to be true" as slathered by many Ranma/SM contemporary authors. Indeed, something sinister all monarchies and elimination of free will. Only Earth in this whole mess is a democracy of sorts. Power divided by Elysion and the House of Endymion, but nominal throne as the Generals and a few other minor lords representative of terrorities, divert branch to Moon as well split power? Remember ref. to Golden Crystal as that of the Sun.
--WIP
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| [plot] House H/C |
[27 Oct 2006|12:56pm] |
Versus the rape!fic in mind for House since last year, snagged by fancy of doing a proper "realistic" romance for Chase/House pairing (only ship I'm into). As a "see how this has gotta be the best ship?" sorta thing. Floaty idea, nothing tethered. Some scene ideas.
Trig s2 finale. Intervenist; first rsp b4 Cam, felt life streaming from between his hands. Unlike his father who he didn't know was dead until after the fact, he sees House's death in motion before him and like before, he cannot stop it. Breaks loose a few reservations.
He is sick of everyone dying around him. House's close call makes him a bit paranoid.
Extended comparisons between House and the devil (not religious though, so this might be extremely tricky to pull off with any conviction. ...plus if get friends' ref, they're mostly... Christian?). Vague feelings Rowan <-> House, but not as father figure, figure of authority??
Murmurs a prayer over House while he's in a coma.
Another stranger arbitrarily walks into their conference room during a session and when seen reaching for something in his jacket, Chase immediately steps in front of House (Cameron freezes/shouts a demand for reason of action, Foreman hand on a phone to call for security). Demarcate the lines; protective in willing to suffer harm.
--WIP
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| [fic][CSI] Signal (1/14?) |
[13 Oct 2006|07:47pm] |
Yes! ...I almost can't believe it. Actually, continuing on to the end is even harder to believe.;; Hope I keep at it... :/
Title: Signal
Author: tdei
Rating: eventually NC17
Disclaimer: CSI is the property of CBS and its respective companies. Fic storyline and non-canon details are my own creation.
Warnings: Will contain NC/rape. Moderate violence.
Pairings: OMC/Hodges
Summary: The end of a life subsumes the end of his.
A/N: No explicit spoilers that I'm aware of. Contains many original elements and is a result of a lust of gratuituous suffering against my favorite CSI character. f^^; Please don't read if not your thing. Originally meant to pair David up with another CSI character, but in the course of outlining, realized it was doomed to failure. So nothing this time! :D
Please do not repost this fic anywhere without my permission.
( Signal Part One: Stop and Think [after] )
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| [fic][CSI] Signal (2/14?) |
[13 Oct 2006|06:29pm] |
HALLEJUAH, I finished chapter 2 of the CSI fic!! ....now I just have to pull together Chapter 1 so I can post.;;
( Signal Part 2: Rattled [before] )
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| Whinge line |
[07 Oct 2006|09:48pm] |
Let me just say it is so much suckage when you want to cover so many bases you get tripped up because they're all in different planes. ::smacks head on desk a couple of times::
Ugggh. Looks like Signal (CSI darkish fic/ eventual House xover?) is the current winner of the backlog pile. PLEASE let it last long enough for me to finish writing the first and second chapter? Please? ::begs muse:: ...not sure if trying to ease back into drawing will detract from it. ^^;;; ::clings to keyboard:: And omg, cleaning. hw! clubs!! ...okay, I'll stop whining for now.
Another phrase in for FtF seq.?? Dude, at the rate, maybe... no! No more ideas for this SLOW-ASS writer-drawer. x_x
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"Truly," says Suoh, looking up into Kyouya's cold anger, "I should've known I wouldn't be able to twice escape the all-seeing eyes of Ootori."
4/30/07:
Marque's mere presence
is enough to subsume Tamaki's world back into his own.
....
the fragile smile curving his lips is like ice
threatening to shatter under any pressure
the aching cold of it
numbs the blood in kyouya's veins
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| you tear all the dreams from the sky |
[16 Sep 2006|10:06pm] |
and if the reason stars fall
is someone wanted them to die
that someone must be you
you tear all the dreams from the sky
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| I'm the bitch you stab to death |
[16 Sep 2006|09:36pm] |
I'm the whore who spreads her legs
I'm the bitch you stab to death
I'm the mistress who kills your wife
I'm the skank you party with
The more you love me
The more you lie
The more you give me
The more you die
I'm the one you can never trust.
I'm the one who destroys your life.
I'm the one you love the most.
I'm the one who hates you best.
I am the fury that moves you
I am the sorrow that shapes you
I am the feeling that makes you
I am the joy that tempts you.
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| "for the fairest" thought |
[15 Sep 2006|02:31am] |
"Kyouya."
Suoh's violet eyes were unspeakably gentle as he watched the shift in Kyouya's face. The smile on his lips said it all.
"Monsieur Larway is untouchable."
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| [drabble] Proof |
[10 Sep 2006|01:44am] |
Title: Proof
By: tdei
Disclaimers: Detective Conan is property of Gosho Aoyama and its respective agencies.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied character death.
Notes: Drabble. 902 words. Answer to Challenge #18: the Great Outdoors. I tried to think of something fluffy and traumatizing. Angsty. Butchered it. Much thanks to Wren for background help!
( Once, just once, before here and now, his father had taken him camping. )
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| random bit (live stage) |
[05 Sep 2006|06:22pm] |
The bass curls up his groin, nestles against his stomach and echoes his pulse, like a second heart.
The lights onstage burn like stars against the insides of his eyelids.
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