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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 5: More May-December!

It wasn't often Dixon had the time to swing by Li's job. He was usually working himself, but sometimes things slowed down a bit around the holidays. People were more concerned about buying gifts and seeing loved ones than getting new ink. And he knew damn well most of his staff wanted to spend time with their own families too so he closed up shop early this time of year. It meant he could pull up outside the boutique Li worked at, the engine on his bike rumbling before he turned it off.

All Tied Up )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 4: Corvus bound by a sorcerer who can command him into raven form. Because of this bond, Corvus doesn't remember much of his past, Then he meet Mars. Now he's strugglng to break free and at the same time, protect Mars from this same sorcerer.

Christmas was one of the things Corvus struggled to remember. It came to him in scents: pine, peppermint, apple-cinnamon, burning logs, sugar cookies, and roasted chestnuts. It was flashes of memory: torn paper, laughter, screams of delight, falling snow -- though sometimes he remembered rain and warmer skies instead -- and faces he could never quite focus on. Christmas was feelings he clung to: warmth, love, cheer -- things he hadn't had in too many years to count.

Christmas memories )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 3: Some May/December going on here. I've previously written them as fauxcest but this is a rebooted version where they do not become a step-family.

The weather turned bad in a matter of hours. One minute it was heavy but pleasant rain beating on the windows of the cabin and the next it had turn to icy snow. It weighed on the roof and the power lines; it was too much for the latter. The power went out and while Max froze -- figuratively -- Jack swore impressively, grabbed a powerful lantern and switched it on.

Tips for surviving an unexpected ice storm )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day Two: The cutest gang-bangers in the world. (It's tagged superpowers because these characters have them, despite not using during this drabble)


Years of not having someone he cared for, of never being in an actual relationship, of never even considering love a possibility meant Aksel still wasn't used to giving gifts. He still had difficulty expressing the intense positive emotions he felt about Han and he found it even harder to put those feelings into words.
Not unlike a fairy tale )
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I'm going to be flooding your f-lists. Sorry not sorry.

As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. This is the one I wrote for Christmas Day. These two are step-siblings who met (and were interested in each other) before their parents did and then later found out there were going to become a family. Awkward.

Manny had to admit that Christmas in Connecticut was actually pretty nice. The forecasted snow showers had begun a few hours earlier than expected, dusting the lawn and streets in soft white powder. Even if it turned out to be nothing more than flurries, it still meant he was getting a white Christmas, and he'd take it.

Mistletoe )
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I haven't posted writing in so long but I'm happy to post this, a snippet from Feint of Heart that will be PUBLISHED in Less Than three's upcoming Won't Back Down anthology! Wooo I'm getting published!

"Again."

Cal's eyes stung as sweat poured into them, but he didn't so much as raise a hand to wipe his brow. He could feel Sir Taren Veretti's eyes on him and he refused to look weak. So he blinked the sweat away as rapidly as he could, took his stance, and lunged again.

Once again his thrust was easily parried, but this time Taren slapped the blade further to the right, slid into close range, and smacked the flat of the blade against his stomach. "Hit. Were I an enemy, Cal Caison, you would be dead."

Cal gave in and shoved both his hair and a river of sweat from his eyes, but he didn't dare use stinging eyes and perspiration as an excuse. He'd seen Sir Taren fight with injuries that would have crippled a squire, and probably even a handful of Queen Selvia's other veteran knights. If he wanted to be half as good at Sir Taren, he had to be able to fight through discomfort.


This is a variation of something posted earlier, with a few lines more. I may post another snippet or two later, but as it's only ~15,200 words and it's being published for actual monies, I'd rather have as much of the whole story in tact in the anthology as possible.
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It's been forever, I know. I have a (new) really demanding job time-wise and I haven't been forceful enough in carving out writing time. But I did some writing on the train today, while I'm suffering from a book hangover, so I'll post some snippets. It's a little over five sentences, but I'm sure you won't mind. ;)

"Shannon, not all dream creatures are created by peaceful sleepers. Feasters a product of terror and nightmares. Like those stories about the Jabberwocky, they feed off fear. Recurring nightmares make them stronger and so do night terrors."

I swallowed and then said, "So if a Dreamwalker has a recurring nightmare or night terror-"

"They can probably create the most powerful and terrifying Feaster to come out of the Nightmare world."
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I'm on an extended vacation between jobs right now (New job starts 8/20 and I SHOULD be writing but instead I'm watching k-dramas. Because I suck.

But I HAVE been doing some world building, especially after I found this super handy generator/resource. I love it and will be using it like...all the time now.

Sunday Six

Jul. 28th, 2013 11:24 pm
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It's longer than six sentences. Deal with it.

Jun closed his eyes and stood near Klaus's bed, focusing on the residue of his electromagnetic signature. He picked it out easily; it registered for him as an elusive and shifting deep red, thinner at some points and then expanding into a bolder line elsewhere. Made sense for a 'porter, Jun though. Here and gone.

Whistling, Jun open his eyes, and left the same stealthy way he'd come in. It didn't matter how much Klaus could teleport away, Jun had his trail now and in all the time he'd worked for the Institute, he'd never once lost a trail. The place was full of the people he'd found. Klaus was not going to be any different.
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I was out most of today so this is a little late.

Jun started exploring the small apartment, pausing every few feet whenever he noticed something that gave him a little insight into Klaus. He wasn't overly messy; the strewing about of clothes were a little haphazard, like he cleaned up maybe once every week or two and hadn't had a chance yet this week. His fridge was full of sodas, beer, milk, and some questionable cold cuts. The cabinets were full of cereal, ramen, and other instant foods. Clearly Klaus was no cook.

Sunday Six

Jul. 21st, 2013 09:37 pm
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So I have a LOT of vacation time coming up. Hopefully this will translate to more posts here because I intend to write a lot. For now, have this:
"Well, I know your name, Niklaus," he responded, standing up as well. "Only fair you know mine. I'm Jun and I'm here for you."

It wasn't a why, but it was enough for Klaus. He inhaled, hoping this Jun guy - Korean name, if Klaus wasn't mistaken - had no idea what Klaus was capable of. He moved closer to the wall, as though he were planning to lean casually against it. Instead he flung out one hand, throwing what looked like a handful of black oil at it. it immediately spread, opening into a black portal that Klaus flung himself through.

It sealed instantly behind him.
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I have had an extremely busy workweek and little time to write. I do have, however, more from that semi-abandoned [livejournal.com profile] bb_shousetsu project.

Klaus narrowed his eyes, watching the guy warily. "You followed me."

A snort. "Like I had to. I could have waited here for you to show up. I mean, if you're stupid enough to hide at your own apartment..."

Klaus stood up, the movement, slow as though he thought sudden movements might make this guy do whatever the hell it was he was here to do. It was a shame this was how they met: in any other circumstance, Klaus would have found him attractive.

Sunday Six

Jul. 15th, 2013 09:59 am
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Yet again, a day late. I had a rough Sunday during which I didn't want to write and got off the computer for a while to play a lighthearted video game just to disconnect from the crap going on in the world. So since I didn't write yesterday, I didn't post. But here's something I wrote a month or so ago that was supposed to be for [livejournal.com profile] bb_shousetsu but I didn't finish in time. I may expand on it and write it for Less Than Three or submit it to [livejournal.com profile] bb_shousetsu later on.

Sighing, Klaus rolled away from the wall, facing the rest of his bedroom and realized something immediately: he wasn't alone.

Sitting in the chair at his desk was a young man around his own age, with dark hair shaved into a mohawk, wearing fingerless leather gloves and an amused expression. Klaus sat bolt upright. "Who the hell are you," he demanded, his dark eyes gone wide.

The guy shrugged. "I'm the guy who thought it was going to be a lot harder to find you. Here's a tip: when you're hiding from people, it's pretty stupid to go straight home."
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It's been hot out forever so have a bit of torridness in writing too. Only a taste.

"Let me in," Naj whispered, running pale hands up Tessani's chest to curve over his shoulders and hook behind his neck. He shifted, hips canting upward, one leg moving to curl around Tessani's.

Tessani grunted, the sound low and short. "Move like that again and I'll be the one asking you that."

Naj grinned, and deliberately rolled his hips again.
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So this is a thing that bit me yesterday afternoon and wouldn't let me nap. Considering expanding the hell out of this for Less Than Three Press.

I started keeping a diary when I started dancing and I kept up writing in it faithfully. I have old diaries filled from beginning to end, full of nonsense, of hopes, of obstacles, and of miracles. I have notes on the languages I've learned, the people I've meant, and the things I still can't believe happened. This diary is special though.

Two years of training with mentors. Ten more months training with four other hopefuls under LYJ Entertainment. Mistakes, crushing blows, amazing heights - this diary is the story of how we went from nobodies to royalty.

This is the story of the making of the band Kings.
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So I missed my Sunday Six this week due to migraines so here's a longer-than-usual Friday Five.

Tessani didn't remember falling asleep. He barely remembered trudging back to the inn and going to his room. He did recall, however, talking to Jindra on the way back. After they were both able to stand, she showed him the mark on her hand. It was as he'd glimpsed, and it looked like it had been burned into her flesh from the outside.

"It felt like it too," she confessed, her voice low. "Like the very sun itself was burning my skin, making this mark. She said my tyro will have one that matched, like the other half of a full symbol." She smiled a bit then and Tessani watched her expression changed. "I'm not sure explain how different it feels now. It just feels like I'm being pulled somewhere, and wherever that is, my tyro is. I just know I have to go there. Soon."

Tessani's brow furrowed. "I don't understand."

"You will, Shadowbinder," Zara called from up ahead and Tessani started, surprised she could hear them. "After your ritual, you too will understand."
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Going to be busy today, so let me get this out of the way before I forget.
Someone stirred behind her and she whirled, starting at a sleepy-eyed Jindra crawling out of their tent. Jindra's hair was mussed, her gaze unfocused, and despite their spectacular fight the night before, Bel still found herself smiling. "Good morning. I didn't expect you away just yet."

Jindra tilted her head, her own expression softening as she looked at Bel. "I felt you wake and I didn't want to miss all of the sunrise."

Uh. This part's kind of boring, but it's setting the stage for stuff and I haven't had a chance to write due to a sort of crazy week. Hoping to make up for it over my upcoming long weekend next weekend.
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Here's something I wrote the other day from the POV of one of the supporting characters, a female Lucent tyro. She's a warrior type who believes that strength of body should not be relegated to men.

Bel was the first one awake. It didn't surprise her to see Tessani's tent quiet and still, somehow shrouded in shadows despite the fact that he still slept. Outside the slowly brightening sky cast enough light for her to get dressed, buckling armor on piece by battle-worn piece. Very little of it was still shiny and new; she'd trained again and again in it, breaking it in until the wounded skin and soft places it rubbed were replaced by tougher, calloused skin. The straps and bands were still somewhat uncomfortable by the day's end, and yet, she felt naked without it.
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I stayed home today for various reasons, and almost forgot to post this. Here we go:

Only half an hour later he found them. Zara stood with her back to the tallest in a ring of imposing stones, while Jindra knelt in the center. Her head was bowed, but her body pulled taut as a bow string, cocked as though she were ready to fight at the first sign of something gone wrong. Tessani wouldn't have been surprised if that was exactly the case. He hadn't known her long, but she wasn't difficult to read.
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I plunked a bunch of Shadowbinder into this site and this was the result!


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I AM PLEASED WITH THIS. (though I did not expect Shadowbinder to be remotely as humorous as Adams' work).

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