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Nathan and the Bee [Aug. 4th, 2011|05:08 pm]
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[mood |cheerfulcheerful]

AKA New Shines FicCollapse )
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Songfic for stkhlmxsndrm [Feb. 17th, 2011|04:17 pm]
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[mood |hornyhorny]

[AN: Perhaps I should start by saying that it's a songfic for this song. Note: the music video is not the most worksafe thing in the world. (Not anywhere near XXX either. But nonetheless.)

Got it?

Good.

Now that you've got the song in your head...the story.Collapse )
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The problem of being an identical twin.... [Feb. 16th, 2011|12:35 pm]
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Written in the past hour-ish. Unbeta'd. Continuation likely to follow.Collapse )
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Full of Surprises (for round-robin-ing with stkhlmxsndrm) [Feb. 7th, 2011|09:25 pm]
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[mood |artistic]

Todd grinned as he pulled into the driveway of the bungalow Aurora and the twins called home. He could already hear Malachi pounding out what sounded halfway between an overcomplicated version of his normal drum-line and a full-on solo before he even opened the door.

"He's really getting good, isn't he?" he mused.

"Yeah," Kael replied from the passenger's seat, "He's better than I was in Gestalt, not that it says all that much..."

Todd rolled his eyes. "You were fine. And besides, you have your own area of expertise. Now come on, we shouldn't keep them waiting too much longer."

The two boys exited the car and rescued their instruments -- bass and keyboard -- from the trunk before heading toward the garage's side door. Todd reached there first, and didn't even bother knocking before letting himself in, earning a frown from Kael.

Besides the twelve-year-old on the drum kit, two others were in the room. A second blond boy sat in a lawn chair, watching the first perform. The other inhabitant was Aurora, who immediately put down her guitar and advanced on them.

"There you are!" she exclaimed, hands on her hips. "We were starting to think you'd forgotten, or Todd'd slept in again or something."

The taller boy rolled his eyes again. It had only been a month and a half since they first started practicing together, but already the enjoyed relentlessly teasing each other. "That was only once...."

"Then what kept you?"

Kael gave a sheepish grin. "Well, we kinda had an extra stop to make along the way..."

"An extra stop?" she repeated.

As if on cue, the door opened and a girl managed he way in, an amp in tow. "Where doyou want this?" she asked, lugging it toward the three teens.
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Bandverse -- Todd's story [Feb. 4th, 2011|08:29 pm]
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For Todd, it had always been about the music. He'd never been the best student – the only subjects he'd managed to ever get straight A's in were anything arts-related. He was decent at acting (though never in school plays), could carry a tune better than most guys in his class (except for the occasional pubescent crack), and could make beautiful designs out of charcoal and a sketchpad (or a pen and the margins of his notebook). But it in music that he really excelled. He had picked up a trombone when first learning music in school, but switched over to electric bass soon after. There was something enthralling about the feeling of the notes reverberating through his body when they played through the amp. It caught him, and he just couldn't let go after that.

He had begged and pleaded his mother until she got him the first bass he could call his own for a Christmas-and-birthday present. His uncle supplied him with an old but serviceable amp that he could use with it. The guitar, he'd bought himself with the Christmas and birthday money from two years later, combined with too many weekends spent mowing lawns and shovelling snow.

In high school, he joined the jazz band. That was where he met Kael – the auxiliary-percussionist-come-second-pianist (as needed), who could play with the best of 'em, but preferred Mozart and Brahms, when he could. He played for the choir too, when the normal pianist got a nasty bout of flu. That's where Kael met Todd's childhood friend, Cassandra. She hit it of with him just as much as Todd had in band, and it wasn't long before the three of them were spending time together – hanging out and occasionally jamming. Sometimes they'd try writing music together, with mixed results.

They should have gone their own ways after graduation. Kael went to study English at university, Cass entered a general humanities program, and Todd started an eclectic mix of music, art, and business classes at the local college. But somehow, they didn't separate at all. They still met up when their schedules allowed, and playted video games and jammed until hands were tired and voices were raw.

Todd met Chris, George, and Jeff in one of his music classes. The three obviously knew each other, and it didn't take long for Todd to learn that they were starting their own band: Gestalt. Chris sang, George was a bassist, and Jeff had called lead guitar, but they were still looking for a rhythm guitarist and drummer. They'd heard Todd in class, and asked him if he'd be interested in joining him – was was talented enough at the guitar for their liking, and wondered if they knew anyone who could fill in the final position. There was only one person Todd could think of to ask.


“Drummer?” Kael repeated, making a face as he leaned back against the sofa, hugging one leg and looking up at Todd.

“They need one,” Todd replied, looking down at him, “and you know how to play. I've heard you.”

Kael frowned. “But what about Cass? It wouldn't be fair if the two of us could join something and she was left out to dry...”

Cass just shrugged. “It's fine – they have a singer, good for them. We can still hang out around band practice, right?”

“So you'll do it then?” Todd asked, grinning.

“I... guess...” Kael replied, biting his lower lip.

And that's how their first band experience began.
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I don't know how to... [Apr. 9th, 2010|09:54 pm]
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[mood |amusedamused]

Title: I don't know how to beat him
Rating: G
Genre: Song spoof
Series: Yugioh
Pairings or Characters: ...you can probably guess. XD
Summary: Screw the rules, I have ALW to spoof!

I don't know how to beat him...Collapse )
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Hetalia + Pokémon = ? [Feb. 10th, 2010|07:16 pm]
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[mood |nostalgicnostalgic]

Title: untitled
Rating: G
Genre: Crossoveriffic gen
Series: Hetalia + Pokémon
Pairings or Characters: Tino (Finland - human), Su-tan (Sweden - pokémon), Yank (America - pokémon) mentioned
Summary: The first page of something I wrote for annako a year ago, based on some of her fanart. I dunno if I'll ever write more or not, though I've got a few character ideas. ...and evolution lines.....

On cold, winter days, the world could seem perfectly still.Collapse )
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The Quidditch Match [Jan. 20th, 2010|01:53 pm]
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Title: The Quidditch Match
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Pairings or Characters: Snape (the Potters) hinted Severus -> Lilly
For: violet_light_ prompt = "SEVERUS! :D"

At first, there was a grim smile....Collapse )
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Why C-chan shouldn't write 3x4 before fin[n]ishing the series [Nov. 23rd, 2009|03:05 pm]
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[mood |nostalgicsentimental]

Title: Why C-chan shouldn't write 3x4 before fin[n]ishing the series
Rating: G
Genre: Slight hurt/comfort stream of consciousness fluffyfluff?
Series: Gundam Wing
Pairings or Characters: 3x4 Quatre's POV
Warnings: I'm probably gonna look back on this and regret it, I often do when I write things midseries because I know I might find out after LOLYOUGOTITWROOONG

You tell me that you have no reason to live.Collapse )
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Myself, as a writer [Nov. 19th, 2009|11:43 am]
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A picture is worth a thousand words, a masterpiece – more than its weight in gold.
But the copy will not show of the original’s brilliance.

The original is kept in a secret place, sometimes to remain golden, sometimes to rot. It may fade with time, or remain half-vivid year after year.

The copy is forced to move, but the original is stagnant, brilliant.

The original cannot be shared, but the copy will never do it justice, no matter how hard the artist tries.
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