CREATIVE DUMP.
SHINTAAAAAAA~ In regular clothing. 83 Incomplete and will remain so. I didn't know what to do with his hand. OTL;;; Anyhow, drawing him happy makes me happy. He always looks like he has something stuck up his butt when playing the game. (laughs!)
I-I don't think I want to comment on these. (;3;)
For miyouch for hitting two thousand words on her NaNoWriMo novel. ♥ Which is awesome, by the way, so bug her for it. >¦D I haven't started on the four thousand word sketch... (shot)
MACBETH IS FREAKING AWESOME. HE'S SUCH A DITZ! (ASDLKFJALSDKJFLJKLSADLFKJASDLKFJ) This reminds me that I should write some Jacques/Touchstone. (My paper fighting for their homosexuality got an A, by the way. Yessssss~) AND I LOVE LADY MACBETH. 8|
Title: Fettuccine Alfredo
Authoress: ria_chan
Fandom-Pairing: Axis Powers Hetalia - Germany/Italy
Disclaimer: Uh, I've considered taking out my disclaimers but it's become a habit of mine. Hetalia doesn't belong to me, of course. :3
Rating-Warnings: PG; Fluff, Slash, Cuddles, Kissing, MOAR FLUFF
Status: Oneshot
A/N I think I've becoming notorious for typing fic on my cell... Anyhow, dedicated to caroline-chan because last night I was reading Hetalia and we started fan-girl-ing. The product? The birth countries of my brother and I made my OTP. I might churn out something with Poland/Lithuania or Russia/Lithuania because I love it so. ♥ England/America? Not so much, but there's a possibility of England/France. 83
"I love you, Italy, more than anybody else in the world," Germany whispers. Italy squirms in Germany's embrace. His breath is moist and tickles the inside of Italy's ear. It's a pleasant heat, one unfamiliar to Germany's object of affection.
"I've been told that before," Italy laughs lightly. He isn't trying to be insensitive to Germany's feelings but Italy has always been oblivious to the true nature of others.
And Germany tenses up. He's used to getting what he wants, fighting for it if necessary. His efforts of putting up with Italy all this time aren't going to waste. "Who might that be?"
Italy smiles gently. He is, of course, unware of the hostility Germany is spitting out. "The Holy Roman Empire!"
Germany smirks. Such a useless territory now, he has nothing to worry about. The same thing could be said about Italy but... There's just something about him that makes the world revolve around this tiny nation.
"Stay with me, Italy," Germany whispers, "and I promise I'll make you a great nation."
"We already made a promise," Italy reminds. The only response he gets is a giant squeeze.
Italy snuggles against Germany's chest. He's warm and soft when he's close like this, nothing like his cold exterior. "You smell like pasta."
Afterthoguhts: WRY SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!? (DED)
Title: And Then It All Began
Authoress: ria_chan
Fandom-Pairing: Osu! Tatakae! Ouendan - gen
Disclaimer: O!T!O doesn't belong to me. I don't know how to program games in the first place. Uh... Random Journey song is randomly placed and also not mine. (O_o)
Rating-Warnings: G - Flangst, Loneliness, Christmas cheer
Prompt: doumekikai: Street Lights
Status: Oneshot
A/N I typed on my cell... ¦D;;; This is for mature because I've felt like I've been a little OOC with Shinta lately. Hmm... I'm not really sure how the Ouendan members met, but this is one possibility, maybe. :3
Street light people looking down the boulevard...
Shinta hums along to the familiar tune as he waits for his bus. He kicks his feet under the wooden bench in rhythm. This song has always made him feel better, if not a little bit lonely. Especially now as the chold chill begins to pale his lips and the sky begins to darken the last trace of red hue, he feels the solitude reminding him it's close. Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year. Supposed to be, anyway.
Shinta sighs. Above, the street lights are flickering green, now yellow, now red, now green. The cycle repeats. Nobody comes, nobody goes, it's just empty streets waiting for the lonesome soul to come and find them. He cups his hands together and breathes on them. Sombody will find him, he's sure. Until then, he's just going to have to force that empty feeling full. And that's what the luggage beside him is for. The last rememnants of his memories are in there, all his dreams, failures, and sighs.
A light flickers in the distance. It's weak and dimmed by the fog but it steadily makes its way over. Shinta pretends not to notice the hope rising in his chest. He can't deny it too long. After all, this is what the rest of his life is riding on, a single one-way chance out.
It seems forever until the vehicle arrives within sight. It's not his bus. Shinta nervously squirms and clutches his suitcase closer to his chest. It's a dark blue van with a strange emblem on the side. It stops. The windows are tinted dark and the one on the passenger side rolls down. A blond man with long hair leans out, grinning. Over on the the other side, some buff man with a blank expression is driving.
"Need a lift?"
"N-No, I'm actually waiting for..." The bus he was about to mention pulls up. The bright light shines upon his little bench like one assumes heaven's gates opening up to appear.
"Tokyo bound," the driver says in an uninterested tone.
The blond man shifts on the window sill. "We're headed for a place called Asahichou. Would you like to join us?"
Shinta grasps his luggage. This is the bus that he's been waiting for, his one chance out of no name Hokkaido.
The van's side door slides open. Inside there are three girls ushering him inside. "Don't catch cold," they say, "the boss just couldn't bear to see such a cute boy shivering outside alone!"
Shinta looks back at the bus. The driver is becoming irritated. "Are you going to get in or not, kid?"
Shinta doesn't konow if it's the right or wrong choice but he's going to place his hopes elsewhere.
Bother drivers close their doors and depart. Shinta watches as the bus hauls forward in the opposite direction. The front seat passenger turns around and grins.
"Saionji Hayato, welcome to our troop."
The girls gather around him in a hurry, immersed in questioning their new guest.
"What's your name? Where are you from? Do you like sweets? Are bears your favorite animal?"
"Uh, Kikuchi Shinta. Just Hokkaido. Sometimes. N-Not really."
Eventually when they're done, they line up and perform a small hand skit. "Happy holidays, Shinta-Kun!"
Even the driver turns to give a short nod at him. "Welcome."
For the first time in his life, Shinta feels like he belongs.
Afterthoughts: BRB. KILLING MYSELF. Now I'm wondering why I don't write gen fic. D:
~B.T.A. Ria-Chan can't tell if this is fear or excitement