So you know I said that I would begin discographling after Nov 9th?

I lied.

The bright side: there's an extra week to complete your discography!

The dark side: THE PRESSURE IS ONNNNNNN

For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about: discographling discographling discographling discographling discographling discographling discographling discographling discographling discographling

JOINNNN US.
At least, pimp us out.

Updates on the project!

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1. A random discography will be given at the beginning of each month. Ten tracks max. If the discography of the CD exceeds 10 tracks, ... then I will draw out of a hat.
2. Your challenge: react to each tracklisting with either a short story, art piece, or photograph. You react to the song title, not the song, but you can look up the song if you want.
3. The first trick is that, once you pick a medium, you've got to stick to it for the entire month.
4. The second trick is that for the entire month, your pieces must be loosely connected, while being able to stand alone. No chapters, no comics. Look at it this way: each CD carries its own message, but songs are able to stand alone.
5. Original and fanworks accepted. (I suppose this means cosplay for photography.)
6. Short story rules: 250-1000 words. No chapters.
7. Artwork rules: No sketches. No comics. But you don't have to like, create a masterpiece. Simple inking will work.
8. Photography rules: No blatant photomanipulations.
9. Be nice and pimp this out.
10. Community membership is moderated not because I'm a snob, but because I want to passively moderate posting. Everyone is welcome to join.

ADDENDUM: Poetry rules: Max 50 lines. Poems must be able to stand alone, but are .. not easily regulated. "OTL As a general suggestion, if you decide on poetry, please don't read the lyrics (if there are lyrics).

I think I'll start the weekend after Nov 6th? :D;;;

Because we've grown apart, over the years.

There are a few inactive journals that I can't bring myself to cut because we've met in real life and you've treated me to Starbucks and food is the fastest way to my heart.

In comparison, this is something like what I read
in the tabloids sometime back; like "I have
followed you for so long so long so long
and now I am
with you with you with you--"

terrifying. You were the sun, you were
untouchable, and I reached in to
sear my hands so you covered
my flesh in molten gold. It
chips and chips away into a
tragic rain and my cheeks blush
dark bronze when the cracks
hammer against my neck.

not the sun after all. I
breathe life into my knight.

The (Lunaecian) Blood Pact - a series of spells adapted from the Lunae sacrificial rituals. The spells allow the user to control the blood of all the individuals within a target area, much like how water magic operates. The rituals were first recorded by the Revered Ingmann Nacht during one of his missionary trips to the Southern Continent. Although His Reverence had vehemently opposed the rituals in public, he kept detailed notes in his personal journal*.

The first spells of the Blood Pact collection, which were believed to have developed by Eastern dark magi, could not begin to compare to their sophisticated origins. The target regions could not distinguish between enemy and ally, and were used mainly for genocide. Surprisingly (or perhaps not), it was Daniel Atkinson** who developed a method to bind the soul to the blood, and to distinguish between the identities of souls. Although it is believed that the shadowmaster knows more than he cares to impart, the newly improved Blood Pact spells are proving increasingly useful in short-term warfare.

Users will be of the dark alignment. Daniel Atkinson has suggested that the base of magic would be the water element, although the soul-binding portion would hint at a high degree of skill in black magic and/or necromancy. There is 60% chance of backlash, but there is a 100% of accuracy and precision.


* later founded by his son, F. Nachtmann, who flippantly gave it to his quartermaster Quinn, a Malhan, and who then later departed it to Daniel Atkinson.
** Fourteen years old at the time, but it is also remarked that he also had access to I. Nacht's notes.

This is the truth.

There are times when I want
deeply, like an unquenchable thirst
the aching low on my back
& then
There are times when I want
nothing, stepping back and
watching, like a curious
bystander of this curious
happenstance.

I know
I know that when you
return, it jolts my spine
and slaps my cheeks
because maybe, maybe
I am still seeking a
confirmation; & maybe,
I am still seeking worth.

Letter from Chime to Dan
Damn you 5cmprince; I've taken a rather large liking to this.

( another letter )

Graham ... thing.

I'm not sure why I scanned this because I'm not fond of my handwriting, but some things must be done in a certain way.

( what am I doing )

A letter
This idea was taken from 5cmprince, who is writing letters from the meisters to Neil. And then, I thought, I want to write a letter from Graham to Setsuna.

I wrote this in three minutes by hand (and then typed it, of course). ): I also want to write epic Graham fics, but that will have to be after school is done raping me. Also, I have not read a non-scientific book since last month, so my writing is shot so commenting is disabled kajsofiajsdof--

( spoilers? )

(log I) Untitled
Dino, Squalo, Varia

( Dino does the unmentionable. Only, somehow, Fran mentions it. )

The Most Miserable Prince in the World

Once upon a time, I knew of this little prince named June. He lived in the splendid kingdom just beyond that hill, and he was the most miserable prince in the world. Everyday he would peek from his lofty window under the bright morning sunshine, and tears would stream down his baby soft cheeks. It was indeed, a serious case of misery.

At breakfast, he greeted his first sister, July, with a soft nod of his wobbly young chin just before breaking out into tears over his bacon omlette. July rushed over to drape her gorgeously adorned arm around her baby brother and coax his fit down into a bubbling aftermath.

"B-but J-july," June, wiping his nose upon her ridiculously expensive handkerchief, "Father is going to be mad when he sees your new sapphire necklace. You still haven't paid off your last bill."

July threw her arms in the air as if she could throw her troubles behind her, and laughed a tad frantically. The jewels adorning her artificially tanned neck and pierced ears glimmered as wildly as her certain future.

"Don't worry about it so much, June. I'll be fine."

( After breakfast... )

Roses, a Valentine's Day thing
Implied Tieria -> Neil
Even I don't know what is going on.
I wrote this in 10 minutes okay. I am so tired.

( The potential of Feldt's OOCness is SO HIGH )

Sheep

Once, we were not broken. Do you remember that day when we were thrown into the same pen--you, as the white sheep milling around curiously and me, with my deep black wool, huddled in the corner. Then, within the first hour, you had approached me--perhaps, with some degree of apprehension?--and rubbed your pure white coat against my difference. I moved away from the wall.

That time of bliss crashed first when we were brought out into the fields, where he came after you with the shears. Confused, you could only stand there, passively praying, as he began to cut away at your essence; pieces of your effort were to be given away to the commons. I watched, and because of my black wool, I could not understand, so I simply continued to graze away. I bumped my woolly body against your naked soul, but you did not move away from the wall.

The cycle continued for several seasons. You recuperated and we rejoiced, because the differences between white and black were not so severe as the differences between safe and naked. Finally, you were all taken to separate pens and I only watched, grazing quietly.

Today, I saw several of you again. You stand there naked under the sky because your new coat has yet to start growing back. It is fairly early in the season. Your black eyes turn to the passing clouds, at the moment, as if wishing for fog. From my new herd, I dig at the ground and call, but you are too busy staring at the sky. I call, and call, but you only pray.

I have been checking out the MMO Wonderland and have been wishy-washy about it ... until now. Because I have created the character Jailbait from the little-boy-with-puppy-on-head template.

His shorts are just so. Short.

I guess this means I'll be playing it a bit. Until I get bored, anyway.

Meanwhile, I am beginning to seriously hate writing D1 fics.

F-list cut.

I don't think there were any surprises because we've grown apart as friends. I ... always have no idea how to part because I want to say "Have a good life ♥" but I feel like that's what you say before you kill some one. "OTL! But you know what I mean if I say it in a good way, yes? Either way, I wish you the best. Have a good life (but like, stay alive, please).

Also, I've noticed that there are people who have friended me who I have never talked to in my life. Uh. Why.

More Amatsuki Wallpapers (1280x800; 1024x768)

First, I want to apologize to drgnkiyo for being so late on getting her the 1280x800 versions of the first batch. T_T! Because it was so boring to make things bigger, I've just decided to make my future wallpapers 1280x800 and then shrink them. *3* So much easier! If you want a larger size, I'll do it... it's just that, you might have to wait until next year. "OTL

I don't like this batch as much as the first batch. Just like movies (except Shrek), nothing will be as good as the original. =3= I've also experimented with doing ... simple things. (LOL WTF) I had wanted to wait to make more wallpapers, but then like, I realized how much coding I would have to ...um, code. The pain. Okay, I'm babbling. "OTL

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( Tsuyukusa, Kuchiha, Byakuroku's happy family, and uh. Groups. )

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