AN: This, I uh ... meant it to be lighter but I've been re-reading Written on the Body and in it there is leukemia and heartbreak.  Parallels, I am drawing them, appropriate or not, because I am a sucker for both tragedy and the relationship Kondo and Okita have in the animu.  Second person.  For the drabble meme fill: Okita/Kondou, convalesce.


Summary: This hole in my heart is in the shape of you, and no one else can fit it.  Two scenes from Osaka castle; Okita, Kondou, approaching the unknown end.

( oh the mad coupling of hope and force in which we merged and despaired. )

Archiving here; another Tablefappers thing from '09. For queen_qing , and the crazy neverending AU we did. Rated ... R? Blood, tears, and nudity.

( a study in watercolor, or: love as blood )

Notes: Oh my god, this fandom is so talented and I'm feeling a little ten years old and kinda chubby and in last year's bathing suit, vaguely terrified of even looking too hard at the pool. Alas, one of several plot bunnies that refuse to move until humored. I know fuck-all about England -- well, that and Arthurian legend, for that matter (and studying the legends isn't terribly helpful, considering how confusing those are). Still, if you can forgive the show for its inaccuracies, surely mine won't seem quite so bold.

So this is a bit of a future-fic (but not too-future), and there's spoilers for The Lady of the Lake, which is 2x ... something. Nine or ten, probably. Around 4500 words, for those who keep score. Sort of slashy, which is to say no making out, boo.


Also, I just realized that Arthur and Merlin's post-revelation relationship seems like it would go a lot like Tehol Beddict and his goofy manservant Bugg's (who just happens to also be the much less goofy Mael, elder god of the seas) did, with slightly less lulz and much more destiny. Except, y'know, Arthur was born to be king versus Tehol, who kind of stumbled into it by being obscenely clever and financially decimating his own empire, derp.

Summary: Merlin does not say "this is the water where I've buried our would-be loves, women and swords alike." Merlin takes the newly-crowned King on a fetch mission; both find far more than they expected.

( where the water waits forever )

Notes: I can't seem to get anything finished these days. Ideas become bunnies become a few frantic hours between work and sleep spent pounding at the keyboard and hoping that I can finish before the next one hits. Maybe it will work this time.

I haven't written second-person in almost a decade. I missed it. (And I imagine that can be taken a few ways.)

Written with heavy influence from the soundtrack The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford by Nick Cave & Warren Ellis, and The Golden Archipelago by Shearwater, which is a whole album about islands and destruction and doom and beauty and that's all I really need to get the thoughts working, ha. Also, Devil's Spoke by Laura Marling, which is my new eternal Arthur/Merlin theme, oh my god. (Thank you for introducing me, vazavati.)


Summary: Merlin remembers, where all others have forgotten. And he waits. Arthur/Merlin, with guest appearances from several others.
Warnings: Vague spoilers for 2.12 (like, really vague; you just aren't going to get two paragraphs if you haven't seen it), liberal blending with traditional lore, angst and woe and a small bit of non-graphic slash.

( and a forever life is an infinite lie, hung wide )

So, uh, a drabble! In its choppy little glory!

Using only 100 words to try and get your point across is exceedingly hard . . . actually, this is the first drabble I've been able to successfully /keep/ to only 100 words. Chouji PoV-ish; Radiohead inspired. Ambiguous ending. Spoilers for manga 191. Friendshippy?

the sky is falling in
(i keep the wolf from the door)



Black eyes and white clouds.

Strange, that he should remember such things now.

One step, then another, steady . . .

He'd finally won the ninja game (it had always been a game but this time he'd won) and wouldn't He be proud of him? He laughed because he was still alive, because he was stronger. Because Shikamaru was still always right.

This wouldn't get him; they'd shown him the way and he'd be back where he belonged soon!

. . . but first --

--the shade was nice here, and his chest burned, and he felt so tired . . .

He thought that he might rest a while.

- fin

e.e;; puuuuuuuu. I luff Chouji. I hope he lives. I've got a feeling he may not, because Ninjas Must Die sometime, and there's sure to be a few early takers. I'm also thinking on following up with a Shikadrabble, but I'm not sure how quite to play him. Um, we'll see. ^^;;

Spoilers for manga 182-3. Naruto = not mine.
random Rock Lee and Sakura blather after teh baka-retrieval technicians head out.



( all our time slips away )

Sakura NEEDS to be written as more than just a pink-haired bimbo. This is my apology to her for EVER assuming as such.

This was supposed to be a drabble. Of course, I'm longwinded, and the idea kept changing.

I think it's shut-up time. So . . . no real warnings; if you don't like angst, go away. If you don't like the idea of having probably one of your favorite characters be dead by some gruesome, messy way, I bear you no ill will. If you like the idea of an underrated character not sucking too badly, come inside. Standard disclaimer, Kishimoto-sensei won't share, but I sneak them off when he's not looking. ^_~ Shikamaru is teh excellent. Yondaime is TEH HOT. Enjoy the show.




( sing in me, and through me tell the story )