I just realised the reason I've been feeling sleepy lately is because listening to music releases dopamine. Good job Andy. =.=

In an effort to dig myself out of backlog castle and just to post more, here's the fic I wrote for khr_undercover. Theme for this round was 'Backstories' and you should really head over if you haven't already - there are some beautiful ( Read more... )

This is theprerogative signing in for glockdown. She is alive, just sleeping on my floor and because I forced her, here, have a ficlet :DDDDDD ( Read more... )

I massacred my Method final today. /gleeee Makes up for the shoddy finance one I did last week, and seeing theprerogative and akaru_hana was delightful. Aquarium post coming soon! For now, have some more KHR fic. :)

AU. Death-of-Tsuna Gokudera gen. Because people will talk about 'getting on' as if you're getting on a bike and riding away.

( For all that it seemed like the opposite ends of a pin, to live with apprehension but to die in a blaze of glory, that was Gokudera. That was Cosa Nostra. )

"Tears cannot put out a fire." - Chinese proverb

Basil and Iemitsu gen. Coda to the introduction of CEDEF and conclusion of the Varia arc, way back when. Liberties taken all over the place.

( Let's first assume that CEDEF has no set headquarters. )

Some of you might remember The Life and Death of Mister Honda which I wrote some time ago, featuring an amnesiac Yamamoto lost on the Great American continent. This is a sequel of sorts, an aftermath fic written from the perspective of our very own Gokudera Hayato.

( The Ellen woman doesn't like him. )

Remember me? All I can say is that if someone were paying me four bucks a word these past months, I'd still be flat broke. I owe so many apologies; first and foremost to theprerogative, for the present that was too, too long in the making.

The prompt was 59, backs against the wall. I still haven't progressed beyond ch. 233, which is where I was the last time I ( Read more... )

I don't know if it was because I drank that lime and bitter in the morning when I shouldn't have but as though I was taken over by a tooni-mono I went and bought another pair of thongs (these are shoes where I come from), a blouse and a copy of Musicophilia. It just has such lovely lettering on the cover, sitting on my desk, reminding me I can't ( Read more... )

I had a dream where we weren’t ruled by the pieces of paper in our pockets and instead exchanged seashells. This smooth and creamy one for a favour, half a cup of sugar. It started behind a dark counter I didn’t recognise where I traded a small bag of boiled sweets for a cone with a shiny, opalescent tip. I languished in the musk of the store for ( Read more... )

Ragged, soft-shelled crabs dig themselves up from sand the colour of crunchy peanut butter. They climb onto the beach and meet the ocean if they are lucky; otherwise they make a tasty buffet for a wheeling petrel or a discerning fisherboy. Emerging from their warm, subterranean homes, I wonder if they were lonely, if they fear a world that is too ( Read more... )

"Gods do not limit men. Men limit men." - Tom Robbins

Summaries for Reborn fics always look a bit like code.

6918, with a touch of 96. AU of 169 onwards in which liberties are taken with backstories and religious references, and Mukuro tries his hand at unravelling an assortment of knots.

( For floresca. )