Jun. 22nd, 2008

karanguni: (danny OCEAN)
Okay, so apparently I have to sit for these strange things called "exams" from tomorrow onwards. This usually heralds a, what, "haitus"?

Well. If you consider abandoning books to design a new graphics community for myself, yeah, well. Um. Haitus. Right.

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Go take a look! Nothing much there right now, but if you guys leave little hinty prompts as to what could go up once I'm done selling my soul to my education... 8D

[edit] ... and why not app for an RP ([livejournal.com profile] evernoir) at the same time? I think I'm suicidal. But I'll be playing Tseng while being suicidal, so it's okay. Anyone want to app along with me?

[edit2] And then I watched V6's making-of Chou and oh god, I think I am going to hell but I want to write Nagano/Sakamoto with children!Go/Okada/Morita and uncle!Inocchi fic so bad now.
karanguni: (uh HAWKEYE)
So. I haven't written anything in ages, I have an exam tomorrow, my brains are falling out of my ears, and 0TP on IJ starts up a new week worth of prompts. So I look at the list, and in my caffeine high, it strikes me that no one ever said I couldn't write Epic Poetry (TM) for 0TP, right?

Right. If you're expecting my usual. Um. Well. I apologise sincerely to fans of both Final Fantas VII and Baccano! alike. I tried to think of a good one. This is all my brain gave me. D8

Title: A Tale of Two Turks
Fandom: Baccano!/Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Luck and Tseng
Rating: PG13
Warnings: The prompt was: Tseng and Luck as the main characters in a fairy tale. Crack, anachronisms and rhyming couplets. Think old school Will Smith rap while you read. Yes. Yes.
Summary: Tseng and Luck in a quest for Shinra and the Greater Good.

666 (-111) words and god I am going to hell. I have no excuse, except that maybe I have an exam in 9 hours ahksafjlsf.

[edit] Now with more accurate rhyming metre!

A fairy tale in 15 stanzas. )

 

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