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I'm not a 100% about posting this as an on-going WIP, but letting it sit and gather words is like watching cotton-candy grow out of proportion. Better to release it into the DW wild before pruning it down for AO3? 8D?

Also, my titling skills do not, it seems, get better with age...

Handling

Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kakashi; Minato and cast.
Warnings: Set during the Third Shinobi World War.
Summary: This is about how Kakashi handles.

1964 words and, mmm, gen!

Hatake Kakashi, jounin, reported to the Hokage the loss of one of his team-members; other than that, the enemy had been prevented from taking a critical position, and the mission at Kannabi could be called a success.  )
karanguni: (Default)
Naruto fic! After a year of radio silence! *clutches at head* My writing feels like it's gone down the proverbial shitter! More fodder for my quarter-life crisis! /o\

Felicity on the Far Side

Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG
Characters: Kakashi; cameos by ANBU, jounin, a hokage, oh my.
Warnings: Set in the interim between parts I and II.
Summary: When Naruto left, he had been 28, and young enough not to feel old.

1300 words, hopeless K, and floaty canon!

'Are you having a mid-life crisis?' Tsunade asked without preamble, both snide and suspicious. )


[edit:] Am also taking prompts (especially for Naruto!) if anyone has them~
karanguni: publicly thinks "?"  (good sir EAMES)
This fic took my soul, beat it up, and when I wasn't looking, took it and beat it up some more, and then kicked it in the face. I am happy to let it out into the wilds; I want to set it free so that it will let go of my heart and the claws it has sank into it. I thank [profile] charlie_d_blue for hearing my confessions. Without you, Ambiguous Backstory Is Nothing.

So yeah, my GQMF. This is Inception/Ocean's 11, Slash If You Squint, Image-Heavy, Over 4000, OMFG, BBQ. ABCD. E. F. Maybe even a G. MY HANDS. WILL THEY EVER STOP SHAKING.


There are many things I will apologise for in the morning when I have my brains, including but not limited to: managling US phone numbers, mangling Chinese, mangling Photoshop, mangling architecture, mangling Japanese, mangling your eyesight. 以上です。



I Don't Think You Think I Think About Probability

Fandom: Inception, Ocean's 11
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Every effing one. Eames, Ariadne, Saito, Cobb, Arthur, Cast. Danny, Rusty, Cast.
Warnings: Slash if you squint. In all directions.
Summary: Saito, on a vacation with thieves and thieves.

4822 words and more everything than I can ever enumerate, ever.

'Rusty Ryan,' Eames pronounced, rolling the Rs. 'And the little bastard's stolen my food.' )

[edit] Because [personal profile] charlieblue is actually a magical unicorn of awesome, Without You, Ambiguous Backstory Is Nothing actually exists and if you don't go and read it immediately there is something terribly wrong with you.
karanguni: (ISHIDA mitsunari)
I spent the whole of Thursday in search of appropriate office wear and ended up desiring to rip the strip of malls to pieces and eat it. I don't usually hate shopping, but after a month and a half of living in the realm of disco-ball-dizzying shopping centres I've discovered that I sometimes can bubble up with somnambulistic hate subconsciously poured into career-related sartorial adventuring. I had to stop for coffee in order to wake myself up; if I hadn't I might be starting work on Tuesday dressed in a barrel. A barrel!

Work on Tuesday, glee!

Meanwhile I have finished (at last! oh woe!) Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. I think I have a fandom again! *_____________*

Been looking for challenges, so I rolled over to [livejournal.com profile] au_bingo. I don't really know what I'm going to write for it; I think I'm going to dual-wield FMA and The Left Hand of Darkness and something historical an attempt to kick my writing back into gear. 8D OH MULTIPLE FANDOMS ARE ALLOWED ARE THEY--

Fandom count: Star Trek?! Discworld?! Fullmetal Alchemist, FFVII in several incarnations, Batman in several incarnations, Historical RPF in several incarnations, GUNDAM WING??

AU Bingo card, whee! )
karanguni: (Bebop SMOKING)
Since I am clearly insane, I decided to code [livejournal.com profile] white_jenna's layout on a new style system. *BEAMS THE CRAZY BEAM OF THE DERANGED* Four hours later and I'm a little cross eyed, maybe 60% successful, but have enough of my head into Minimalism now to kind-of-sort-of know what I'm doing wrong. Kinda.

Tea break now, finishing touches later. *collapses*

[edit] Done! *collapses* If anyone wants to test-run it for me, clickity here! And if anyone wants some CSS tutorials on Minimalism, god, I could probably write you an essay right now.
karanguni: (RUFUS looks)
Language altered to appear suitably Annoyed (R) and Irascible (TM); this post bears only minimal resemblance to members of the public that may or may not be either living and/or dead. I swear.

28/1: Enumerated List of Bureaucratic Stupidity

  1. To the American Banking system (and its slew of derivatives): I do not see the need or purpose in your sending my father and myself endless streams of correspondence. I do not need additional paperwork regarding anything to make me feel more self-important about the amount of money this family has deposited in your incredibly (pun fully intended, along with your 0.0000012% per month interest rate) and needlessly complex credit system, and my father is considerably jaded as-is and does not want to be informed, by means of (to date) 7 formal letters, 3 brochures and however many bits and pieces of paper marauding as check(que)books and/or advertisements, that you are Fully Aware of where his money is at any and all times. Rather, I'd be obliged if you left me with less drivel, and more information regarding parts of my account that I should've been informed of beforehand, id est: the drawing limit on my debit card, the fact that said debit card cannot be used for online transactions, and the fact that your company - against all standards of common sense and integrity and the ability to read in sequential lines - managed to not only misspell my name but also managed to rearrange my mailing address such that the second line became the first and the first line became invention. Thank god for postal codes.

  2. To the paper pushers with whom I am communicating in order to secure simple, no-frills interviews and tours of your facilities: I plead with you never to reply to emails with the phrase (verbatim:) "[i]n regards to the unformal meetings". I weep for you, your colleagues, and whoever it is that has to read your reports on a regular basis, Mms. "Manager of International Relations".

  3. To the makers of such movies as Troy: mother of Hades, what are you on, people? I could've forgiven Alexander its woes due to the fact that its casting was doomed to begin with, but Troy? Troy? Troy? One would think that Mssr. Pitt, having acted as a vampire and a gambler and a psychopath and a de-aging-re-aging man, would be able to brush his neatly evolved American accent to one corner and do better than scream (verbatim:) "IMMORTALITY!!!!!! TAKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S YOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", punctuation not exaggerated. Furthermore, Patroclus. If actual further elaboration is necessary: what of the ardent feminisation, and then the constant implications of "cousin", and then the fact that he - and Mssr. Bloom - served only to make Mssrs. Pitt, Bana and Bean seem muscular and manly in comparison? I decline to comment on the bad theatrical execution, the constant (and annoying) soundtrack, and the fact that the depicted Paris could be broken thus by kicking any particularly adorable puppy somewhere in his vicinity.

  4. To my love, gmail: I trust you. Please cease being slovenly; I have work to do.


*g* Okay, I have to stop, otherwise I think my brain will fall apart. But, yes, today has been an interesting day: for one, I've rediscovered the effects of a cup of coffee. Maybe it's just the fact that I'd spent around 9 years of my life getting only four or six hours of sleep per night and then slogging the rest of the day, but I'd never been affected by coffee until a few months ago. Tragedy! For then I could not drink it ere sleeping. I thought that I'd acquired some strange infection of the lymph. Truefact: after sleeping only 2 hours last night and then braving the roads (thankfully dead: I guess everyone's still hung over) on my bicycle, drinking a flat white did nothing more than restore me to humanity, as opposed to pushing me over the edge into Hyped Up Psycholand. Profit!

Additionally: if you live in the Australasian continent and are on my flist, there's a pretty high chance you're getting something in the mail sometime during the next 4-6 days. *BEAM*

Also: note to self, write creepy random boring piece about how the roads were empty. ish.

Thus is my boring life. *sets to writing Tsengfic at last*

[edit] Ended up updating the downingjones section of [livejournal.com profile] nasdack; essentially: hell.

[edit] I think I'm going to sit here and stare at AIM for a while, so if anyone wants to catch me in my in between-caffeine-dosage lull, go 'head.
karanguni: (RUFUS' clothes)
To a kind of basic horror, this morning I woke up and realised that I haven't written for the Lead arc for almost a month. I mean. Holy shit where did October go? Major examinations and fic thousand writing obligations crashing at the same time. Mmm, K. You have no sense of timing, at all.

\o/

Quick question: anyone interested in shelling out a few bucks for Smallville DVD boxsets? I've got the first three seasons in Region 3 format; I love them well, but they're taking up space and really need to go. Willing to ship them away cheap if anyone's willing to house them!

Todo list for today:

(x) Coffee. Tea. God, just any kind of caffeine.
() Application
() Math I
() Finish up one of the notebooks
() Plot Lead
(x) Run
(x) Not die

Here, have a song so that this post is not totally useless: Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds - Stay or Leave. Not something you want to listen to if you've broken up recently, unless you've broken up recently and want to wallow.

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A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax