I went back and in a fit of madness, tagged a lot of posts. I'm sure I missed some, but I'm mostly up-to-date with the latest weird developments in my fic-lives. I think. TGIF. Now I need to come up with 35 quiz questions for my elementary students for the inter-class quiz/contest thing next week. And the computer I need to use is currently being held up by someone else. Figures.

( The ball wasn't her idea. )

Yeah, my brain goes strange places. The angst had to give way to crack eventually.

( Hisoka waited until he knew the shopkeeper's mood was as stable (if slowly and steadily darkening) as it was likely to get before he moved. )

( Yes, well, there is something very fundamentally wrong with Fai, that's true. )

Crossover snippets.

( Read more... )

( Happy birthday, Teranaga-san. )

Uhm... I don't like how the OAV's went but you know... that's what fix-it is for!

( Read more... )

( Yuuko stares at the young man in front of her, the young warrior, and knows that there are a few ways to grant his wish. )

( Temari was a poor loser on her best days and that wasn't today. )

( Aeris never understood the appeal of 'bad boys'. She liked her boys well groomed, well mannered and just slightly terrified. )

KH verse

( It's not that Leon isn't used to Cloud having bad days. )

Back to our regularly scheduled Naruto-crossover of crack.


( It was a book about legends. )

( Why couldn't other people see how tedious and pointless this whole match was and let him go back to cloud watching? )

This is a piece of an ongoing *thing* Trips and I have been playing with for a while (years) and probably won't make much sense to anyone else. It's Calipatria. Sort of. I blame 07-Ghost for this bunny.

( Every few decades Chaos had to make an effort to unsettle him though, which was why Vincent was currently laying awake at four in the morning while his husbands slept. )

She turned over and stared at the blurry crimson that was her alarm clock. The feeble muscles at the back of her eyeballs tried in vain to focus. Her brain berated them for being lazy, and grumbled it was far to early for cognizance. She surmised it was probably around three in the morning. A wonderful time to be sleeping if you could.

Her nose was filled with thick yellow mucus that could glue bricks together, and her throat felt like fresh dried hide, raw and harsh along the edges. She'd already drank her nightly dose of her mother's thick green potion that claimed to cure all manner of ills from the common cold to a sleepless night and suspected it was no longer effective. For one, she felt no difference in her cold, and for another she was staring at a bright red blur.

She rolled over again and tried to will herself to sleep. She told herself all the reasons she needed sleep. She listed all the things she needed to do later when the sun was up. She was tired. She was sore and aching. Her body demanded sleep. She waited.

She reckoned it to be about three thirty in the morning when she did the only pragmatic thing there was to do, which was get up and clean up her dinner dishes, straighten a few things in her small apartment, and get out her lone beer stein from the cabinet. She didn't need good eye-sight to find the lone liter bottle in her tiny fridge, nor to pour out half a pint of the mid-grade lager. Then she took it back to bed with her, pausing to turn down the heat on the way.

She may have a fever, but she didn't feel the need to be uncomfortable with it.

She set the beer on the low table that held her clock, fluffed up her pillows and tucked in her blankets around her. The laptop was in easy reach just under her bed and was powered up in moments. It calmly informed her it was 3:49 am.

It was time to write.

( They were both speaking Stupid, but in completely different dialects. )

( Ramen made everything better. )

( There was only himself. )

( Ninja killed. That's just what you did. )

( They were out of time. )