All I Want for Christmas

Is this thing on??

gothicauthor — Thu, 09 May 2013 05:33:29 GMT

Annual check in! And also to avoid journal purging.

So to start off... Still alive, haha, and madly envious of all you ladies and gents who are still able to write and blog and keep up with fandom across multiple channels of social media and still work full-time jobs and do people things. Because I am very evidently not one of you, LOLOL.

I'm trying to keep up with periodic writing, at least, but it's been difficult to find the time to focus and concentrate, especially since it's so much easier to lurk around the edges and read all the things.

Speaking of which, total sidebar: So I'm currently wading through the shallow-deep end of Teen Wolf fandom, and it's like everyone whose fic I've ever read is also currently in it, too. It's kind of awesome and hilarious and weird, since I just spent around half a year dabbling in video game country, where there's a lot less overlap.

Anyway.

The funny thing is, I'm pretty sure no one's still following me here, but I've met up with quite a few people in the past year, which is a pretty awesome trade-off. Let's do more of this. :)

Random update is random, but at this point... Until next year!

sdlgknsh

gothicauthor — Sat, 07 Jul 2012 04:44:13 GMT

I've probably written this post like five hundred times before, but it's absolutely insane how I used to make like... multiple crazy posts about JE in one day—just total fandom love vomit, which is absolutely dandy!—but now I'm lucky if I remember to write something once a month for myself, much less for semi-public consumption.

Anyway, updates... Uh, work, work friends, roommates, haha, the usual. My mom's birthday is next week, so I'm heading home this weekend to hang out with them and do dinner or something. Other than that, my room continues to be an absolute mess, to the point where even I'm feeling it. As in, I think it's actually affecting my general sense of calm and peace or whatever, or maybe it's my inner Virgo finally rearing up in annoyance.

So yeah, no, need to clean (or so I keep saying...), have an actual social life (wtf??), and just generally running around doing stuff. The downside is obviously that, you know, I haven't been writing, and it sticks in my head a little, but I'm kind of at that place where I don't even know what to write when I do have the time. It'll come when it does, though, I hope.

NYCC 2012!!

gothicauthor — Sun, 24 Jun 2012 04:02:48 GMT

Officially going, just need to get my time off request approved. :) Anyone else going to be there??

Yes, I did

gothicauthor — Sun, 27 May 2012 04:34:49 GMT

I went to Toys 'R Us today to get some presents for my cousin in China. There was an Avengers display as soon as I walked in, so obviously, I had to grab something because come ON.

They had Avengers shower gel.

It LIGHTS UP when you open the bottle.

...Oh, yes. I ABSOLUTELY DID.

I got the Iron Man one, mostly because the gel is red and the exfoliating beads are gold.

UTTER PERFECTION.

ALL THE AVENGERS FEELS

gothicauthor — Mon, 07 May 2012 03:32:42 GMT

TALK TO ME FLIST.

Why so racist, Chris Evans.

gothicauthor — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 20:47:17 GMT

"What if I said I hate Asians?" he countered. "Joking. Joking. That's the quote: 'Chris Evans hates Asians.' "

-- Worst interview I have ever read.

Hey, GQ, can you pay me to hang out with Chris Evans for a month and write a profile? I promise to be the most embarrassing fangirl.

alskdnlskg

gothicauthor — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 02:29:43 GMT

Zachary Quinto, why are you so amazing.

ETA: The official interview here, courtesy of figletofvenice.

ZQ, whyfore art thou so completely the epitome of awesome.

...wut.

gothicauthor — Tue, 13 Sep 2011 01:49:20 GMT

SEIZE THE DAY! Here's your chance to get FREE PASSES to the final dress rehearsal of the new NEWSIES musical at Paper Mill Playhouse. The ticket lottery will be held tomorrow at the stage door of the New Amsterdam Theatre, 219 West 41st St in NYC. You can register starting at Noon. At 12:30PM, 50 entrants will be randomly selected to each receive two passes to the exclusive dress rehearsal this Wednesday night at 8PM. Good luck!

You guys.

You guys, I just saw this on Facebook.

I can't even.

...

What.

I can't even. What.

gothicauthor — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 21:27:37 GMT

HE LOOKS LIKE KAME AND SINGS LIKE. LIKE. IDK A GOD OR SMTH ASLKNFSLKDNGSKLHN WHAT IS THIS GUY.

Breaking up my THard party for a minute...

gothicauthor — Thu, 14 Jul 2011 15:31:35 GMT

...This looks kind of amazing.

Nostalgia

gothicauthor — Fri, 08 Jul 2011 06:19:24 GMT

Watching this almost makes me believe the movies were actually good.

WiP Amnesty, Part I

gothicauthor — Mon, 30 May 2011 07:29:50 GMT

OKAY SO. UM.

I wasn't kidding when I said there were a lot, so I'm trying to figure out how to organize everything, LOLOL, especially since some are longer than others, and some have multiple drafts spread over multiple hard drives and flash drives under multiple titles, and basically, I have... no idea what I've written. x.x

Sooooo, I'm going to start with the things I'm 90% sure about, because when RL and Inception aren't consuming my attention, I still think about them. These are the ones that were serious labors of love, and whenever I read over them again, I still want to finish. Given my lack of time, though, that's probably not going to happen... ): But the ideas and the notes are there, and if I ever get back into JE again (since my soul belongs to them and all), these are the first ones going back on the burner.

1. The one where Jin is a scientist.

Sometime ages and ages ago, I heard about this movie called The Fountain. Inspired by the film's premises, I said to Kon, "I want Akame angst where Jin is a scientist and Kame is dying and Jin is trying to save him but then Kame dies and IT IS DEPRESSING." In response, she wrote me this little masterpiece called "In Defiance" because she is, you know, the BEST EVER.

I loved it, but the angst was evidently not enough for me because I am a masochist, so I started writing my own version where basically life sucks for everyone. This seems to be a recurring theme in my angst... [just how she rolls, homes] I actually really love this fic, and a part of me still wants to finish this really badly one day.

If you squint, there are a billion references to "The Scientist," by Coldplay.

Jin raises a flask, stares at the translucent color of the liquid within it, runs his mind through the long names of the chemicals in the compound, oxides and nitrates and chlorides and sulfates, wonders if this might hold the key he's been searching for.

"It's been a long time," he murmurs, half to himself, half to memory.

On the desk in his office, there's a picture displayed prominently beside the computer monitor. A young man smiles out of it, face sharp, angled, full of an androgynous and unconventional beauty. He stares through the glass, eyes dark and intense, but the smile that curls his mouth is fond, guarded but intimate, affectionate, as if he can't help himself.

His name is Kamenashi Kazuya, and he was the greatest love of Jin's life.

If asked, Jin will say that he is the only love in Jin's life.

Kamenashi Kazuya has been dead for three years, seven months, and twenty-five days.

Sometimes, Jin forgets he is a scientist, even though that's all he does—his days are wrapped in white lab coats and clear Pyrex test tubes; long hours of research and tedious, repetitive experiments.

But first and foremost, it is Kame who's on his mind. Bony, skinny Kame with that hard glint in his eyes, strong as steel beneath the pretty exterior and just as cold when he wants to be; words like nails that fall—fell—from his mouth in torrents, buckets, poking and prodding at all the weak and tender places in Jin's heart, but he never knew if they were meant to hurt or heal, and half the time, he's pretty sure Kame didn't know either. Prickly Kame who never liked to come in second and had moods like autumn weather, fine one moment and catastrophic the next. They used to fight like cats and dogs over small things, stupid things, things that Jin can't remember now no matter how hard he tries.

It was a waste, such a waste; but somehow he can't regret it, either.

"Dr. Akanishi?"

He jumps a little at the name; he's never gotten used to it. "Yes?" he asks, blinking at the new lab assistant.

She opens her mouth hesitantly, a file clutched tightly in her hands. "The results are back."

Jin rises from his seat, excited, expectant. "And?"

The assistant pauses again before handing him the papers. "Well, at first, it seemed to be having an effect, but as time went on…"

Jin flips through the papers, scanning through them with practiced eyes, lighting on phrases like "sudden downturn" and "multiple system failure."

He sighs. "Thank you."

She bows slightly and gives him a sad look. "I'm sorry."

Jin nods absently. He needs to work harder.

"Jin."

"Hmm?" Kame is one of the only people who doesn't attach "Dr." to his name. It makes him feel kind of relieved, like there are no expectations, even though Kame probably expects more out of him than anyone else in the world.

"There's no hope, is there." Jin looks up, startled, but Kame's staring out the window. Outside, the sun shines on a beautiful spring day; a pair of birds flutter by as they watch, chasing each other's tails, drunk on sunny day hormones and pheromones.

Inside, it's white. There's a splash of red on the bedside table from the roses Jin brought with him, but it looks harsh and bloody, and Jin thinks that he'll get something lighter next time. Maybe lilies.

He reaches out, grips Kame's hand in his own. "Don't say that," he chides.

Kame laughs, short and mirthless. "The doctors look pretty grim when they come in now. It can't be good."

Jin doesn't say anything, doesn't know how to reply. Doesn't know how to say that the CT scans get shadowier and shadowier, and Kame's body is destroying itself from the inside out.

He rubs at the skin over Kame's knuckles and tries to offer what comfort he can. "They're working hard. And so am I. You have to work hard, too."

"What's the point?" Kame asks. Then he closes his eyes. Jin stops breathing until he sees Kame's chest rise again.

He holds Kame's hand tighter.

Jin reads. Jin reads a lot. He reads more than he's ever read before in his life, digging through article after article, drawing up charts to help visualize the information and figure out how to put it all together.

But it doesn't help. Nothing helps.

One day, he dumps it all on the ground: every piece of his carefully pinned together bulletin boards. He pulls down the index cards and meticulous graphs and black and white diagrams, pulls down the cloudy pictures of the thing that's killing Kame day by day. He's tired of looking at it.

He's spent half his life learning all this knowledge, and now when he needs answers, it's useless to him.

It takes him hours to put everything back together again.

Dying isn't a storybook tale; it's not graceful and beautiful and tragic. It's weight being shed like water sliding off of rooftops, hair falling out in clumps, shadows that grow deeper and deeper by the day. It knocks the breath out of Jin when he walks into Kame's room in the mornings. He can't imagine how Kame must feel, staring at his own impending doom every time he looks in the mirror.

What he does know is that it makes Kame scared. It makes him terrified and bitter and angry, and when it's really bad, he spits out vicious, scathing invectives, at life, at the world, at Jin.

Jin ignores them the best he can, because he knows that Kame doesn't mean it. He bites everything down, thinks of heroes on primetime dramas with their infinite patience and perfect understanding; tries to channel some of that into himself. Sometimes, it feels like he's reached a kind of nirvana.

Oddly, it's the flyaway comments that are harder to swallow.

2. The Demonology sequel.

In the summer of 2008, otherwise known as that summer where the Akame fic meme EXPLODED, I wrote something for gingifere's vampire/werewolf/demonologist prompt. Almost every single person who commented was like, "SEQUEL PLZ!!" and in my heart, I was like, "OKAY!!!!" But as things are wont to do with me, it kept spinning on and on in my head until it became a trilogy. Oddly, enough, I knew exactly what I wanted to do in part 3 but no idea what I wanted to do in part 2... This is mostly why it never got finished, I think, because part 2 is where all the finicky transition stuff happens. :/ I feel like I must've talked Kon and Hilz's ears off about this for like a year, but alas... T_____T

Kame rolled his shoulders and sighed, closing the door behind him. He dumped his duffel bag in the genkan and toed off his shoes. Traveling was pleasant, as were conferences; but when combined, they were exhausting.

Well, all right, conferences weren't all that much fun. Hearing the latest research, debating the newest theory, "wallowing in your cushy, pretentious expertise", as Jin so kindly put it, were relaxing. It was nice to be surrounded his peers, who appreciated his academic mindset and intellectual interests. On the other hand, the politics were ridiculous, as was the distance. After four days in Hokkaido, he was ready to be home.

Kame stretched and yawned, wincing as his back cracked. Was there time to unpack tonight? Really, he was too lazy, but it would make life tomorrow so much—

"Yo."

Kame stumbled back in surprise, tripping over his luggage in the hallway. The light suddenly switched on, and he blinked rapidly, heart pounding in his throat. Fuck, fuck, was he being robbed? Did he have anything that could be used as a weapon?

Unfortunately, the only thing that came to mind was his hair straightener, and that was buried somewhere in his bag.

When he could finally stop squinting without being in pain, he glared at the uninvited visitor who looked perfectly at home on his sofa.

"Welcome home!" Jin said with a cheery wave.

Kame heaved a sigh, half in relief and half in exasperation. "What are you doing here?"

"Awwww…" Jin pouted, which was a far cry from what he'd looked like the first time Kame had met him. "I can't visit an old friend?"

"Jin, I've only known you for three months."

"Which is a long time!" The vampire flashed him an adorable, positively dazzling smile that still managed to smolder with heat. "I missed you."

Kame rolled his eyes, completely unaffected. "If you wanted to test Junno's charm, you could've just asked. But obviously, it's working fine."

Ever since Jin had decided he was Kame's new best friend and started dropping by at random hours of the night, Kame realized that he needed to vampire-proof his apartment. Not to keep Jin out or anything because Jin, as he found out, was actually pretty nice and fun to just hang out with. His pheromones, on the other hand, were a big vat of do not want. They were confusing and messy, and after more than a few instances of impromptu make out sessions after which he woke up feeling woozy and disoriented, Kame put his foot down. If Jin was going to visit, there would be no vampire shenanigans in his house.

"Party pooper," Jin muttered. Apparently, drugging Kame via supernatural biology and kissing him was Jin's idea of a hilarious joke; all the more reason, in Kame's opinion, to have the charm in place.

"Which is ironic," the vampire continued, standing and straightening his clothes—nice clothes, Kame noted—"because I came to take you to the party tonight. And you'd better come, since everyone's going to be there, and you're supposed to be my date." He gave Kame a leer, the tip of a fang glinting under the fluorescent light. "So you're going to change into something a little more comfortable, and then we are going out."

"But—" Kame started, then stopped when Jin raised an expectant eyebrow at him. He was kind of exhausted, but that expression was familiar by now. Jin wouldn't be budged.

He sighed, threw Jin a dirty look, and trudged into his bedroom, resigning himself to spending the night out with the boys. Sometimes, he was pretty sure that Jin forgot he was human, without supernatural stamina.

At least, Kame considered as he wearily changed into something less disgusting than his traveled-in outfit, this was an informal get together with the others. Even if he was tired, he could do with a couple of drinks, just hang out for an hour or two and then come home again. Besides, it'd be nice to catch up with Junno and Maru and see Ueda in person.

"Where are we headed?" he asked Jin as he walked back out again, dressed down in a half-unbuttoned white dress shirt and his favorite jeans. He'd been too lazy to pick out anything fancy, but judging from Jin's appreciative once-over, he looked just fine.

Kame wondered if he should be bothered by Jin obviously checking him out.

He wondered if he should be bothered that it didn't bother him at all.

Jin smirked as if he could read Kame's mind, but he didn't comment, thankfully. "New bar in Harajuku. Run by a demon, so it'll be interesting to see what all he's got in stock. It definitely won't just be the usual stuff, though."

Kame perked up a little. A demon club would be a great place to make observations. Confirmed supernatural crossover businesses were rare; the clientele and patron interactions would definitely be interesting. Not to mention cross-species courtship rituals… He'd often wondered how individuals from completely different backgrounds resolved cultural inconsistencies. Did they follow the male's habits? The female's? What about same sex couples? It'd be an excellent topic for his next study, and he could already imagine all the papers he could write… His eyes glazed over at the thought of the potential possibilities.

"Hey!" Jin snapped his fingers in front of Kame's face. "No academics! You just spent four days talking about that stuff with a bunch of nerds. Tonight is for friends."

Kame frowned, annoyed at the rude disturbance of his thought process. "Those 'nerds' are my friends, too! I'm one of them!"

"Yeah, but you're hot," Jin replied. "You don't count."

* * *

"So... what's this place called, anyway?" Kame asked after a slightly uncomfortable half hour of wandering around aimlessly. Lust was building up into a dull buzz under his skin; nothing uncontrollable yet, but "yet" was the key word. He was starting to think Jin had gotten them lost.

It didn't help when Jin just shrugged and kept on walking.

Maybe Jin had gotten them lost on purpose.

Sometimes, Kame couldn't help but be a little suspicious of Jin's motives. It wasn't like he was scared or anything—after all, Jin had been nothing less than gentlemanly (drugged kisses notwithstanding)—but even so, the whole thing made Kame nervous. Being casually courted by a vampire was an odd experience, to say the least, and Kame was never quite sure if Jin regarded him as a mere curiosity or if he actually meant all the winks and wisecracks.

But he had to admit, some—okay, a lot—of this mess was his own fault, too. According to national statistics, there were only 523 known vampires in Japan. As a species, they were notoriously hard to track down. For creatures with mythologies based in practically every culture, precious few factual sources existed, and the ones available weren't all that reliable. So yes, Kame overlooked the flirting and endured the ogling because if he could crack enough vampire cultural habits, he'd go down in demonological history.

The ethics behind his own actions were a little murky, he knew, but Kame had never lied to Jin about his intentions. Of course, he didn't mention it every time he took mental notes, but Jin knew he was a researcher, knew that his mind never really turned off. He'd cracked enough jokes at Kame's expense that he had to know.

…Right?

Ugh, whatever. The point was, Kame had never (consciously) given Jin a reason to expect anything, if Jin even expected anything at all. Which he probably didn't, since Jin was a vampire who could have pretty much anyone in the world. Kame was just another mortal, albeit one with three doctorates.

…Right.

"Aha! Here we are."

Kame looked up, and sure enough, the neon lights of their destination were burning brightly up ahead. Heavy bass thumped its way out through the pavement, thrumming against his soles. The sign read ∞ o' clock in clean, simple script, hanging bright and yellow above the doorway.

He quirked an eyebrow at the name. "…How do you even pronounce that?"

Jin shrugged again. "No clue. That's why I didn't say anything. Come on, everyone's waiting!"

Inside, the club was surprisingly normal, if ridiculously well-structured. Half of it was relegated to a pub with pool tables and dart boards, and half to a dance floor with lasers and disco lights. A well-lit bar straddled the two sides, fully staffed by stoically handsome bartenders. It was there that Kame spotted Junno with his tell-tale height and manic waving.

"Kame!" he called cheerily, toasting them with a shot of what looked like tequila. "I'm so glad you decided to come! Jin-chan said he would club you over the head and carry you if he had to, but I was hoping he wouldn't have to, and I was right!"

"Hey, hey," Jin interrupted with a scowl. Apparently, he still hadn't gotten used to Junno's inability to read the atmosphere. Kame fought the urge to laugh at them. "That's enough. Where's everyone else?"

"Out on the dance floor!" Junno replied immediately, unfazed by (or perhaps just oblivious to) Jin's annoyance. "Well, actually, Ueda's talking to some business associates he ran into, but Koki hauled Nakamaru-kun out awhile ago. It was really funny! He literally just picked him up like a sack of potatoes and…"

He trailed off as a slow, wicked smile made its way across Jin's face. "Be right back," said Jin, before he stole and knocked back the rest of Junno's tequila and slipped away into the crowds.

"Ahhh, I just said the wrong thing, didn't I." Junno looked sadly at the bottom of his now empty shot glass.

Kame patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay," he said soothingly, turning his back on where Jin had joined Koki in shoving Nakamaru towards groups of unsuspecting women. "I'll buy you another drink."

* * *

After Junno wandered off for the billiards games and Koki and Jin had successfully bullied Nakamaru into talking up some doe-eyed selkies, Kame settled back by himself, content to just sit at the bar and observe.

It was all very exciting. There had to be at least twenty species sitting at the bar alone. And they were all mingling. This was seriously like paradise. Kame could feel the jealous glares of all his colleagues, whom he'd just left at the airport. He gloated at them silently. Even the ones who disapproved of participant observation couldn't argue with this. Or they could, but they'd lose. Because this was awesome.

"Kamenashi-kun," Ueda greeted lightly, sliding into the seat beside him. "Still running that scholarly brain of yours?"

Kame smiled, glad for the company; no matter what, it was kind of lame to sit at a bar by himself. "Yeah. It's so fascinating here! Want some?" He tilted his glass in Ueda's direction.

"Sure, what's in it?"

"Vodka." Kame frowned into his glass, feeling kind of fuzzy. "And some kind of fruit juice… I don't remember, but it's pretty good."

Ueda laughed and ruffled his hair. "You'd better let me take that before we end up scraping you off the floor."

"Oh, god, is our town drunkard at it again?" Jin demanded dramatically, emerging from the depths of the dance floor to throw his arms around their shoulders.

Kame blushed as Ueda laughed again. So maybe he drank a bit too much sometimes; it wasn't like he had a problem or anything.

"Have you even ventured away from the bar yet?" Jin asked. "There are other things to do here besides sit and get smashed, you know."

Kame made a face. "You're the one who dragged me out fresh off a flight. What'd you expect? I'm tired."

Jin raised an eyebrow. "Oh, no, you don't, Kamenashi, you owe me a dance, remember?"

"I do not!" Kame objected. "You didn't say anything about dances! No promises were made!" He was pretty sure Ueda was snickering at them.

"Uh, you're my date?" Jin tossed his stupid, perfectly tousled hair. "That means we dance, okay. It's implied. Now come on." He grabbed Kame's hand and tugged. "Get up, Mr. Dignified Academic. I want to see you drop it like it's hot."

Kame groaned, torn between blushing like a schoolgirl and rolling his eyes at the sheer incorrigibility. "One dance," he stressed. "Just one."

Jin just grinned smugly. "Yeah, sure, if that's what gets you out there."

Gentle, honeyed peals of laughter washed over them from somewhere nearby. In such a huge crowd, it shouldn't have been so obvious that the stranger was laughing at them, but Kame had no doubt of it.

"Some things never change, ne?"

At the sound of the drawled vowels, Jin froze.

Kame peered around his shoulder and spotted him. It was hard not to; the stranger was breathtaking. Ivory skin, inscrutable eyes, and that face, like something out of a dream. Another vampire, he realized, surprised. For a moment, he felt a rush of gratitude for Jin's ridiculous tenacity, because holy shit he was watching two vampires interact.

The other vampire smiled at them like the sun breaking out from behind clouds, and even despite the heavy magical interference in the room, Kame could feel his heart begin to race.

"It's been awhile, Jin."

* * *

Jin's eyes were wide with surprise and maybe a hint of wonder. "Pi?"

The vampire called Pi cocked his head to the side. "I see you remain observant."

"Motherfucker!" Jin exploded. "Where have you been?!"

Kame didn't even realize Jin had let go until he was gone, wrapped tightly around Pi like he never wanted to let go. Pi, for his part, just patted him back fondly and daintily, giving laughing explanations to Jin's demands.

He felt a little strange standing on the edges of what was obviously a long awaited reunion, but he also didn't want to interrupt. It was pretty clear that he didn't have a right to, anyway. Their closeness made Kame wonder what their relationship was; if Pi was a relative, a friend, a long-lost lover. When had they met? How long had they known each other? How long had it been? The more Kame thought about it, the more he realized how little he knew about Jin's considerable life.

So he stood around awkwardly and tried to give them some privacy by looking away out into the writhing masses instead.

When he looked back, the two of them were gone. Apparently, he wouldn't be dancing tonight, after all.

* * *

"Yamapi, ne," Ueda explained, words slurring and gestures uncharacteristically large. "Yamapi was Jin's maker."

"What does that mean?" Kame asked, intrigued despite himself. Even though he'd studied the subject for years, no one really knew how vampires came to be. There were legends, of course, but most of them were pretty patently false. If they'd been true, the vampire population would be much larger. Hell, Kame himself would be part of it.

Ueda shook his head and then looked a little confused. Kame would've been worried, except Ueda didn't get drunk off of alcohol.

"Makers," he said slowly, with what seemed like a lot of patience. "Makers are like… soulmates? Kind of. Like. The details are very hush hush, but Jin told me once, in 1869… He said that it was like the greatest love that could ever exist between two people. Without strong emotions, it's impossible. Like... Literally, if you don't love someone enough, the process wouldn't even work.

"So, you know… That kind of love…" Ueda shook his head and almost toppled off of his stool. "It's not something you can compete with."

Kame turned back and looked out at where Jin was dancing with Pi, foreheads touching and arms wrapped tightly around each other. They were pressed so closely together that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.

"No," he agreed quietly. "I don't suppose you can."

* * *

It was already early spring, but the night air clung to the chilliness of winter. Kame shivered in his thin jacket, the warmth of alcohol long gone from his system. He'd left Ueda, who'd tottered off to dance with a dark, handsome young man in a black suit. Kame had felt a little guilty for leaving his drunk friend alone, but if anyone could take care of themselves, it was Ueda. And besides, the other guys were still there. He probably wouldn't be missed.

Kame winced at the thought. But it was true, wasn't it? Out of all of them, he was the human, the abnormality. He didn't belong in that group at all.

And it wasn't even a skill thing, like Junno's magic, or an inherent ability, like Koki's superhuman strength or Nakamaru's superhuman speed. He was just a human. How was he supposed to compare to someone like Ueda, who was a High Prince of faery? Or Yamapi, who was Jin's beautiful, perfect maker? What could he possibly offer Jin that Ueda couldn't? That Pi couldn't?

And the answer stared him back in the face, plain and simple: nothing. Nothing at all.

More coming later~

Quick question...

gothicauthor — Fri, 27 May 2011 17:30:07 GMT

Cleaning out my hard drive... Would anyone be interested in seeing some JE fic drafts??? I had like a billion WIPs, LOLOLOL, but I probably won't finish most of them, so... )))):

I FEEL SO PRODUCTIVE

gothicauthor — Tue, 03 May 2011 10:30:15 GMT

Finished my Reverse Bang. \o/

I should probably be banned from these things, LOLOLOL, I am like every mod's worst nightmare slknhdj. Please remind me not to inflict myself on the general public again. [says this every year but keeps going back for more like a true masochist]

But also, I have to pimp my art prompt because it will take your eyes to the happy places. @.@ For real.

ANYWAY. HOW HAS EVERYONE BEEN. DDDDDD: I have like NO TIME any more, it is mildly depressing. ))))))): WHAT ARE YOU ALL UP TO?????????? SPAM ME PLZ.

This brings me to tears of joy.

gothicauthor — Sun, 01 May 2011 23:09:25 GMT

No, for srs.

This makes me so happy.

Pure gold

gothicauthor — Mon, 04 Apr 2011 21:47:50 GMT

Yellow gold, even.

ppl's assumptions amuse me.cuz somebody thought i called BoA "a ho" educate urself "aho" means idiot n japanese idiot lol

I knew there was a reason I kept him as my header...

Hey, bbs

gothicauthor — Thu, 17 Mar 2011 14:43:06 GMT

Joining help_japan here.

I mean it when I say don't expect a fast fill, though. ): You can probably tell by my lack of posts and super late responses to everything, LOL, but I am really truly pretty busy, especially with various other deadlines coming up...... x.x;;

ANYWAY. :) It's been awhile, but I hope some of you are still interested, hahaha.

Rage

gothicauthor — Wed, 16 Mar 2011 01:45:16 GMT

No, really.

Why is it always men who think they can stand on some moral high ground and judge something that they can't even experience by nature.

Fuck you, Bobby Franklin. And fuck you, too, Georgia, for giving him power and putting him in a position where he can draft these kinds of atrocities.

Stars

gothicauthor — Fri, 25 Feb 2011 04:32:38 GMT

Stars in my eyes. I can't even.

...

lkfnlfkhnsdflksnh

OMG CASTLE

gothicauthor — Tue, 22 Feb 2011 03:15:33 GMT

Martha: You haven't heard of The Serenity?!
Castle: ....?????

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA.

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In other news, FINALLY GOT MY ASSIGNMENT. :D I am kind of psyched alksndlksnh.

DUUUUUUUKE

gothicauthor — Sat, 19 Feb 2011 18:15:30 GMT

God, you know, however much I bitch about this place and the food, I have to say, I KIND OF HONESTLY MISS IT.

Like literally, I walked across the quad last night and thought, "Ahh, the sweet smell of regurgitated beer."

Be right back, guys, busy regaining my freshman 15.

Sigh, how does this shit happen.

gothicauthor — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 19:16:03 GMT

So. i_reversebang has just posted up the claims schedule.

:/

February 20, of course. [sighs]

I'm going to be out of town that weekend to visit Duke, in the midst of flying back in, possibly (most likely) hungover. x.x;;;

My friend offered to proxy, but I'm mostly worried that I won't even remember to LOOK at claims, much less call her, LOL. x.x

How is this my life, guys. ): How is this my life.

It's because I have no imagination. ):

gothicauthor — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 01:26:41 GMT

Okay. So.

I have three Inception fics posted.

All three are fusions. XD

So thus far, including my WIPs, I've covered the following:

1. HP
2. Firefly
3. Castle
4. White Collar
5. Rocknrolla
6. JE
7. "Bad Romance" MV

So I figured, hell, why not make it a challenge. XD

ALL RIGHT GUYS. PROMPT ME. LET'S SEE IF I CAN MAKE IT TO TEN.

What other verses (that I know, obvs, LOL) should I attempt an Inception crossover or fusion with?

Edit: Since it's come up a couple of times... Fantastic crossovers that are not by me! :D

- other lives and dimensions and finally a love poem by rollsofrice; His Dark Materials
- The Kind You Could Sing by foxxcub; His Dark Materials
- Ridiculous STXI/Inception crossover by savvierthanu; Star Trek 2009
- Believe Me if You Can (The House at Pooh Corner by gyzym; Winnie the Pooh

OMG, people

gothicauthor — Mon, 17 Jan 2011 05:07:58 GMT

A couple of weeks ago, I made this post.

Well, it seems that I stand corrected, LOL. Totally forgot about Eames's shirt from the second level!

Someone posted these amazing caps on Tumblr, and like HOLY SHIT ALL THE PAISLEY IS ON ARTHUR'S LEVEL.

WHICH KIND OF MEANS THAT ARTHUR IS THE ONE WHO LOVES A GOOD PAISLEY, SINCE IT'S HIS SUBCONSCIOUS DRESSING EVERYONE????? I think he probably just thinks Eames prefers looking like a pimp from Miami. XD

The downside to the discussion—and yeah, this is rant territory, sorry... ):—is that, inevitably, some people seem to be taking this really seriously?? As in, ruffled feathers. There are now several srs bznz analysis of Arthur and Eames's wardrobe, which is fine. Except a couple of them are sort of... How should I say this, LOL. Very opinionated in a fashion-oriented manner? In a way that seems less about characterization and more about people's own sartorial sensibilities.

x.x I'll be frank, okay, I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

It's a fabric pattern. Use it in your fic, don't use it in your fic, why does this even bear serious discussion? Paisley isn't the only loud print in existence. And canonically, it's used pretty sparingly. No matter how you look at it, it's kind of pointless defending paisley as an aspect of characterization (except, apparently, when it comes to Arthur, LOL), because it's just not that prevalent in the source material. Also, it's... It's just not really an intellectual convo, you know what I mean?? x.x

And like, isn't this kind of the point of fic to begin with?? I read because I like seeing what other people think, but that doesn't mean I'm going to buy into all their angles for my own writing, and it doesn't mean that I should. Whether or not I think Eames would normally dress well is my choice as the writer, depending on how I'm framing the fic. I don't see the point of lecturing people about something that's more or less an issue of personal preference or otherwise completely contextual.

alksdnlksn Okay, sorry, that's been bothering me for awhile. ): It's always so curious, discovering the idiosyncrasies of new fandoms, LOL.

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gothicauthor — Sun, 16 Jan 2011 18:03:57 GMT

...I hope he's not being facetious, because I'm a little enamored, now, of the idea that (500) Days of Summer could be one of THard's favorite movies.

I mean, seriously. Just think about it for a minute.