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26 July 2013 @ 01:14 am
Written for honeyporridge for the prompt "someone is a demigod".


So Nino turns out to be the son of Hades.
“Wait, what,” Sho says, his face red and spluttering all over his bento. “I just - I - what?” He takes a sip of water, his face scrunched up in confusion. Aiba in the corner seems not to have heard this life-changing piece of information.
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24 February 2013 @ 07:18 pm
Curl yourself into my neck, my collar and bones and throat. Press your face into the hollow of my shoulder. The war rages outside our closed windows, on the other side of our drawn, tattered curtains. I'll run my fingertips down your spine and into the dips of your back. You are heavy against me, warm, safe. In the corner of my eye, I spy our helmets, smudged with dirt and blood and gun oil, yours  piled on top of mine, like the cup of your hand cradling my cheek. A shot goes off in the house opposite ours. There is the sound of splintering wood and ripping fabric. You sigh, eyelashes translucent in the bleached sunlight, a mockery of an age too long ago (forgotten)
I dare not move. I am terrified of this violence, tired of it, but far more fearful of disturbing the dust settling on the knobs of your shoulders, the back of your neck and the endless planes of your olive skin. A quietness has fallen over us, hardly a truce, and the sound, the syllabus of two hands linking in an abandoned hotel room will be too loud. My finger pokes through a tear in your trousers, a frayed hole in the material of your pocket. Past it, I find your thigh; dark with freckles, I imagine. You chuckle and it is a delicious texture of breath on skin. "So that's where all my cigarettes are going," you lean down to kiss me, teasing my lips with the tip of your tongue when I say "I'll mend it for you." It's your way of saying thank you, I know. "You've been stealing mine," I reply instead just to feel you again, your water-vapoured exhale against my nose, your fingertips into mine.
20 May 2012 @ 07:19 pm
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

e.e. cummings
05 May 2012 @ 11:18 pm

Breath of Life
Florence + the Machine

g&cpowdGee & Cally Procrastinate On World Domination 

This is how Gee and Cally spend time while waiting for the perfect chance to take over the world.
A few days ago, I was struck with a ridiculous and stupid idea to get myself to write more. So of course I had to chase that train of thought down, stab it with a knife, stick it in an interrogation room and the worst of all, tell g_esquared about it. (Her writing can be found at ungently [click here for the magic post of her g&cpowd pieces] and it is advised that you do find it because she writes like a BAMF.)
And knowing her, she agreed and we thought it out together.
This is how it'll work.
It is quite simple. 

  • We send each other a prompt everyday. 
  • We both write.
  • No restrictions on length or well,
  • pretty much everything at all.
  • Most of the my pieces will be set in the same universe. And hers will be more freestyle.
  • We haven't worked out how long we'll keep this up. 
  • Apologies in advance for sudden quality drop in the pieces to come for they shall be un-beta-ed and would probably suck. (I am only trying to find my feet. Please deal.)
This is in the light of my atrocious character/plot-creating, and feedback I've been receiving about that particular flaw in my writing. So yes. I'm hoping you'll find some of my work at least interesting?
Tell me if you liked something. Or hated something. Or would like to throw sticks at me for other things. All con-crit is welcome. But don't be a dick. (Y)
Masterpost will be updated to include g&cpowd pieces.

22 March 2012 @ 10:39 am

A woman on a plane sitting next to me says it's a terrible thing to get old
I asked her why, she said because you die and one piece at a time you unfold
I said I feel it now at twenty-five, yeah I've been dying since the day I was born
But theres still one thing worse than that
it's dying without a warning
It's dying without being warned
Mood: numbnumb
Title: Geronimo!
Pairing/Group: Arashi (Gen). Crossover with British television shows: Doctor Who and Sherlock. Brief mentions by some members of V6 and K8.
Rating: G
Warnings: Certain references in this fic will require background knowledge of Doctor Who (specifically of the Eleventh Doctor) and Sherlock (BBC). Also contains a large dose of madness.
Notes: Lots of love go out to my army of magnificent betas: sharlmiya, nicefinalbeam, g_esquared and ph_otometry. Thank you guys so much for handholding and putting up with my sleep-deprieved insanity. HEARTS TO YOU GUYS.
This was written for mynamelessname in the je_holiday exchange.
Summary: Nino and Aiba make a Doctor Who film. During which, Sho is a long-suffering flatmate + unsuspecting victim of door signs. Jun is Nino's sort-of arch enemy. Oh, and Ohno works in a combini.

(Nino's YouTube channel has a regular audience of 258.)
Mood: blankblank
10 August 2011 @ 11:32 am
Author's note(s): For amaskuponthesky , in exchange for superpretty wallpapers :DD THANK YOUUUU!

Characters: Aiba, Nino. Cameos by Sho and Ohno.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nope
Word count: 263
Summary: Aiba is logical.

“This is terrible,” Nino mutters under his breath as he inspects Aiba’s bull-trampled, flamingo-pecked, toilet-sucked phone.  )


Characters: Aiba and Ohno. With cameos from the rest of Arashi.
Rating: PG
Word count: 387
Summary: Ohno and Aiba plan to be superheroes.

“SUNSHINE, SUNFLOWERS AND FISHES!!” Aiba bursts into the green room on a (previously) quiet Tuesday morning. )


Characters: Aiba and Ohno.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nope
Word count: 590
Summary: One of them weekly ramen dates.

They do this every week. )


Characters: Aiba and Ohno. Cameo by one long-suffering Sho.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nope
Word count: 590
Summary: A trip to Sapporo, and frivolous fun ensues.

Ohno thinks Sho looks ready to tear his hair out. )
Mood: accomplishedaccomplished