show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy

For the newly-bloomed Shisui/Itachi community, bitter_nakano. Because FSTs are what I do when I want to write but have zero inspiration. Someday I will make covers that are not entirely hideous, but today is not that day.



( 23 songs including Florence+The Machine, Wye Oak, The Antlers, OneRepublic, Eisley, Cake Bake Betty, A Perfect Circle & more. )

I don't even know what came over me. I wanted to bring into this hideously talented fandom something meaningful and wistful and pretty and Gigantomachy-esque (if only because I don't have have the perseverance or attention span for epics), but then I started looking at unfilled kink meme prompts and the other meaningful thing isn't done yet anyway and this thing started kicking around my tender headmeat and screaming like a banshee in heat. So. Filthy, filthy (and a little snarky) plotless porn. The boys aren't mine in any way; caveat lector, yada-yada bow-chika orz.

Meet my very awkward hello ilu. o/ This is, embarrassingly enough, probably the longest thing I've ever written, at least for a one-shot. I DON'T EVEN KNOW, GUYS.

For the kinkme_merlin prompt: Arthur/Merlin, AU.
Merlin tests new products for a sex toy company. Arthur is the head designer. It is his job to observe these tests, ask questions and take notes. It's all very professional and clinical, until Arthur gets hard during a session.

( did you question what it meant to you with a beat between your breaths? )

So this is what happens when you have a few free hours and want to learn how to make videos despite procrastinating learning just that for the last decade.

It's a new thing for me, so it's kind of a shaky effort, but it was fun?

Here, have some Merlin & Arthur being all doe-eyed and derpy, set to Weapon by Matthew Good.



Download .flv here. (90.5 mb)

For shadows_in_mind, who plays one fantastically creepy (and heartcrushingly human) Madara. AU, rp-verse. Five acts: some gen, some angst, some awkward porn, some death. Uh. Madara-centric PoV.




( did you hide inside each outright lie, before you turned it true? )

Who procrastinates like whoa?

Act V, set to Claire Voyant - Mercy.

( the beauty in the crime is: you don't feel a thing. )

Summary: In the last days of the Cold War, a conversation between Alfred (US) and Toris (Lithuania). Also, US-kun really needs to pay attention to his history.

( and your hands on the balcony )

Plz to be telling me I'm not the only one all unf unf unf over the last few chapters? Because I am. >D (Also, don't expect this sudden run of things coming out at a decent pace to last; the inspiration is flowing, yes, but tomorrow is Moving In day, and it's just the beginning of my favorite clusterfuck of all time: re-situating. Alas!)


Act III, set to Tom McRae - The Boy with the Bubblegun.

( if words could kill i'd spell out your name )

So, this was actually the first Naruto fic I ever started writing. It's been molding on various hard drives since about, gee, 2003. You'd think that after four years, I'd somehow manage to come up with some truly inspiring opus, but there was a reason that it sat there. I'd look at it from time to time, half-finished as it was with bits that I was totally pleased with, and just not know how to get to the end. Surprisingly enough, I ended up pulling pretty much all of those parts, because I've learned a lot about characterization in that time, and I've learned a lot about Kakashi as well. I also discovered that I prefer writing present-tense to past-tense.

Originally, it was titled 'Bad Guys', and was supposed to be follow a conversation between Kakashi and Naruto over morality and Zabuza and Haku's villain status. The end product, however, deviated considerably, and while I still wanted to follow that thread (and may at some later time), it became a lighter piece on Naruto's first real encounter with mortality and reality as he never imagined it.

Inspiration via Portishead and, uh, Dan Fogelburg. (SHUT UP DON'T JUDGE ME. D:) Naruto is not mine, and I'm totally making no money whatsoever with my fandrivel. Comments are appreciated -- I wonder if you can tell where I picked it up?

( where the morn meets the dew and the tide rises )

( author/fic notes )

Act One, set to Coil - Rosa Decidua/In Memory of Truth.

( I've wound myself tight into the hedgerows )