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at school again, on the comp all afternoon again -- and this time i actually want to write, you know? EXCEPT THE COMPUTERS IN THIS ROOM DONT ACCEPT MY MP3 PLAYER AS USB KEY. idiots planned for the slim kind of key. mine won't fit. rarrrrrghg. T_T *disgruntled* [EDIT: WHEEE SAÏD I LOVE YOU. *pets key lovingly* fic writing tiiiiime! :3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3]
... still can't quite realize that at the end of the week i'll be free. *_* free to sleep all night, free to write whenever i want, free to... search for a real job. =_=;;; ah well. [/uninteresting RL babble]
edit the second: new teamwork fic sorta. I say sorta because it won't have a lot of incidence on teamwork proper, and besides it's about sakura and a bunch of OCs (some of which are the family i made her) and the action happens outside of konoha.
This is a present for MommyRogers, who reminded me that indeed, I had said that Sakura wasn't a virgin when the Night happened, and asked me with who it happened. :3
They hadn't even been there for a day and already she missed Konoha. It was silly, she knew; she had been away on missions longer than that before. But it was different this time. This time, she didn't have her team with her. This time, she was not a ninja on a mission, she was a fifteen-year-old girl visiting family with her parents for the summer holidays.
She was wearing Ino's ribbon in her hair, and it felt weird, not heavy and solid enough compared to her forehead protector. But then, it also reminded her that for a month she didn't need her hair to be pulled back that tight and that it didn't matter if she had to redo the knot more often. Besides, it made her think of her best friend, and while she missed her, it was good to have a reminder.
She had visited her mother's side of the family before, of course, but that was before entering the Academy. She didn't remember them so well anymore, and her cousins had changed as much as she had. Yumeko, the eldest girl, which she still thought of as a bossy, adventurous redhead, had turned into a regular lady. As for the boys, they didn't even remember her -- or barely.
The house was at the edge of the small town, with a wide garden in the back opening on wide fields and a few clumps of bushes here and there. Apart from that, the ground was flat. No mountains, no tall trees, and especially no outside walls -- the waist-high one separating the garden and the little road that circled the town didn't count. Sakura couldn't sleep, and ended up slipping out of the room she shared with Yumeko to place traps at the exits.
She grinned sheepishly when she caught her father setting up a tripwire in front of the chimney, and he noticed her handful of ninja hardware. He let her help, though.
She was glad to see that even though her father had stopped working as ninja a few years after her birth, he found the openness of the area as unnerving as she did. It made her feel less silly. Because her aunt and cousin had clucked and frowned at the way she'd dodged the boys' flying tackle as if it was life or death, and then her mother had made her leave her weapon pouch in the bedroom, and then proceeded to lecture her on leaving work behind.
Her mother knew that ninja wasn't something you did but something you were, but sometimes, she didn't want to be reminded.
Discussion with Yumeko sometimes went well, like when they discussed boys -- though she refused to believe Sakura about how truly handsome Sasuke-kun was -- and sometimes went mildly okay when Sakura tried to explain why it was hard to find pretty clothes in Konoha -- because it was important that they were easy to move in and treated against fire and tearing just as much as pretty -- and sometimes went totally nonexistent, like when Yumeko poked through her make-up and found the needles seeped in sleeping drugs -- luckily not with her fingers.
The boys had decided that taking her by surprise was a challenge, and kept stalking her around the house and attempting to tackle her from behind. Her aunt insisted that they'd leave her alone if only they could feel smug about succeeding, because right now she was insulting their male pride, but Sakura just couldn't manage -- because they didn't quite suck, and her instincts bugged her if she stood still while there was danger, as slight as it was. It was fun, anyway, and actually reminded her of home and the numerous times Naruto's friends Konohamaru and company had stalked her.
She missed Sasuke-kun, though, even if he never did talk much, and she missed Naruto and Kakashi-sensei too. And the mornings at the bridge, the three of them waiting for their teacher, and the way Naruto and her would chatter and fight and the way sometimes they would actually talk about serious things and Sasuke would comment -- not often, really, rare and precious moments, but moments that had no chance of happening again while she was here. They'd been together for two years now; and while she had gone on longer than that without seeing them whenever there was no mission for their team, there had always been the knowledge that they were just a few streets away. It was like missing a limb or being deaf suddenly.
She didn't allow herself to mope too much, though; the countryside was pretty and she was glad to have some time with her family, as unfamiliar as it all was. And her aunt had asked Yumeko to bring her along the next time she met her friends. Though Sakura was far from the crying, scared little girl she had bee, it reminded her a little of moving into Konoha as a child. Maybe there would be an Ino there, too.
... still can't quite realize that at the end of the week i'll be free. *_* free to sleep all night, free to write whenever i want, free to... search for a real job. =_=;;; ah well. [/uninteresting RL babble]
edit the second: new teamwork fic sorta. I say sorta because it won't have a lot of incidence on teamwork proper, and besides it's about sakura and a bunch of OCs (some of which are the family i made her) and the action happens outside of konoha.
This is a present for MommyRogers, who reminded me that indeed, I had said that Sakura wasn't a virgin when the Night happened, and asked me with who it happened. :3
They hadn't even been there for a day and already she missed Konoha. It was silly, she knew; she had been away on missions longer than that before. But it was different this time. This time, she didn't have her team with her. This time, she was not a ninja on a mission, she was a fifteen-year-old girl visiting family with her parents for the summer holidays.
She was wearing Ino's ribbon in her hair, and it felt weird, not heavy and solid enough compared to her forehead protector. But then, it also reminded her that for a month she didn't need her hair to be pulled back that tight and that it didn't matter if she had to redo the knot more often. Besides, it made her think of her best friend, and while she missed her, it was good to have a reminder.
She had visited her mother's side of the family before, of course, but that was before entering the Academy. She didn't remember them so well anymore, and her cousins had changed as much as she had. Yumeko, the eldest girl, which she still thought of as a bossy, adventurous redhead, had turned into a regular lady. As for the boys, they didn't even remember her -- or barely.
The house was at the edge of the small town, with a wide garden in the back opening on wide fields and a few clumps of bushes here and there. Apart from that, the ground was flat. No mountains, no tall trees, and especially no outside walls -- the waist-high one separating the garden and the little road that circled the town didn't count. Sakura couldn't sleep, and ended up slipping out of the room she shared with Yumeko to place traps at the exits.
She grinned sheepishly when she caught her father setting up a tripwire in front of the chimney, and he noticed her handful of ninja hardware. He let her help, though.
She was glad to see that even though her father had stopped working as ninja a few years after her birth, he found the openness of the area as unnerving as she did. It made her feel less silly. Because her aunt and cousin had clucked and frowned at the way she'd dodged the boys' flying tackle as if it was life or death, and then her mother had made her leave her weapon pouch in the bedroom, and then proceeded to lecture her on leaving work behind.
Her mother knew that ninja wasn't something you did but something you were, but sometimes, she didn't want to be reminded.
Discussion with Yumeko sometimes went well, like when they discussed boys -- though she refused to believe Sakura about how truly handsome Sasuke-kun was -- and sometimes went mildly okay when Sakura tried to explain why it was hard to find pretty clothes in Konoha -- because it was important that they were easy to move in and treated against fire and tearing just as much as pretty -- and sometimes went totally nonexistent, like when Yumeko poked through her make-up and found the needles seeped in sleeping drugs -- luckily not with her fingers.
The boys had decided that taking her by surprise was a challenge, and kept stalking her around the house and attempting to tackle her from behind. Her aunt insisted that they'd leave her alone if only they could feel smug about succeeding, because right now she was insulting their male pride, but Sakura just couldn't manage -- because they didn't quite suck, and her instincts bugged her if she stood still while there was danger, as slight as it was. It was fun, anyway, and actually reminded her of home and the numerous times Naruto's friends Konohamaru and company had stalked her.
She missed Sasuke-kun, though, even if he never did talk much, and she missed Naruto and Kakashi-sensei too. And the mornings at the bridge, the three of them waiting for their teacher, and the way Naruto and her would chatter and fight and the way sometimes they would actually talk about serious things and Sasuke would comment -- not often, really, rare and precious moments, but moments that had no chance of happening again while she was here. They'd been together for two years now; and while she had gone on longer than that without seeing them whenever there was no mission for their team, there had always been the knowledge that they were just a few streets away. It was like missing a limb or being deaf suddenly.
She didn't allow herself to mope too much, though; the countryside was pretty and she was glad to have some time with her family, as unfamiliar as it all was. And her aunt had asked Yumeko to bring her along the next time she met her friends. Though Sakura was far from the crying, scared little girl she had bee, it reminded her a little of moving into Konoha as a child. Maybe there would be an Ino there, too.
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Okay, not really SPECIFIC to one fandom, but...rant-worthy anyway, no?
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and i could rant more about the anatomical differences between a vagina and an anus, and stuff, but seeing as nadia's attempting to read over my shoulder and will ask me to translate in a minute, i'd rather quit while i'm ahead. XD
XD yay for know-it-all!asuka.
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*does a happy kitten!dance*
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am poking at possession and the sakura's first time teamwork prequel thinger.
tried to get onto aim express, but they have an antipopup thinger and it eats the window. wahhhh. ;_;
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firefox eats the pop ups too but you can switch it off, but I depends on the browser I think +_+ , don't worry bout it lovely.
and wheeee fic!
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not working. don't have admin access ;_;
*posts ficbit*
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It was the squat grey spaceship that delivered the orphan recruits to the training facilities, or transferred them from another. Corey called them rags, because they were always a pale, sickly looking bunch who had no real natural talent for the military, but were instead victims of circumstance.
It had been his mother who introduced the Government act for public culpability, that placed any orphans of terrorist attacks or military action directly in the hands of the government. She had first suggested payments made to the orphan, to cover any upkeep and schooling fees- but the money men behind the scenes had soon found a way around that.
Enroll the orphans in the military system, and they received food, shelter and education until they came of age. It also provided the Unified Space Forces with hundreds of new recruits every year, to fill out the statistics the government wanted to hear. It didn’t matter that very few of the recruits were suited to the rigours of a space force lifestyle, or had little or no talent for flight or combat. In the end, they got an awkward upbringing, and left as soon as they legally could.
Lost children, rags. Corey always watched them coming in, partly because he was one of the few who knew and understood the politics behind it all, and he felt sorry for them. Their life was so far removed his, they seemed like quiet, pale faced aliens, stolen in from an unexplored sector.
>:D And wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee FIC <33 *hearts Sakura*
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Corey watched them enter the arrivals terminal, then shook his head, wandering off to kill a few free hours in the recreation hall.
He had almost forgotten about the new rag until that evening. Corey was often early for dinner- he had discovered that a charming smile could get you very far with the mess hall staff, and if he arrived a few minutes before seven, when the food was due to be served, he could get a slightly larger, freshly cooked portion all to himself.
That evening however, Corey wasn’t the first. In the furthest corner from the door there was a pale, thin boy, picking unenthusiastically at his meal, gaze fixed out of the window, at the sky- the pink and purple smudge where the constructed atmosphere met space and blended into a deep stripe of dark blue.
I feel like an utter spammer XD. Ah the one thing about this fic I like the most though, is the plot. I'm not /actually/ making it up as I go along XD
and woe. Poor lil' Ichigo is running out of battery ;;
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So, unless the rag was very lost, then he was eating in the S-rank mess hall - because he had been placed in the S rank. Corey almost smiled. He had known there was something odd about this rag.
“Hello, I’m Corey.”
He introduced himself as pleasantly as he could, sliding into the seat opposite the boy, and placing his tray carefully down. There was an awkward sort of pause, and then the boy turned and spoke.
Corey almost didn’t hear what he said. From the door it had not been visible, but from where he now sat, Corey could see clearly that the rag was missing both and arm and an eye. The bio-mechanised replacements gleamed in the artificial sunset- the eye a pale, creamy sort of plastic, with a metal iris and pinprick pupil, his arm to just above the elbow a complex bundle of metal wires and tendons, bunched together in the place of muscles, bones.
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There's this main character who has a huge dick. Like, huge. And it's mentioned a lot. About how Character B can take that telephone pole of destruction... and the answer is always 'lots of preparation is the key'. So, Character A has this huge dick, so no one can give him a blow job, because it's just too massive. Then Character C finds a 'medical spell' - let's call it that - which allows Character B to spell his throat open (because it works for medical purposes, why not for BJs?), so he can give Mary Sue a blowjob.
But the dick is huge. MASSIVE. Why I know that? Because the author makes sure you know and you'll never forget. So whenever I hear penis size now, the expression, phrase, word, whatever, I have to think of this fic. with this huge dick. and scenes like "Oh, shucks, Character B, I made you bleed again."
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Marty StuCharacter A sexy. It's really painful to read her fics, because omg, he's like Superman in an awesomeness costume.It's really bad. In every sex scene the emphasis is on the huge dick and how painful it is for Character B (but oh so gooooood and he loves the HUGE DICK)
>.< Very unfortunate, yes. One should write a fic like that. But Character B doesn't like that big a cock, so the relationship ends tragically in emotional pain and angst. Character A would go as far as to cut his own dick off - and he'd die in a pool of his own blood... to be found by Character B who commences with corpse-molestation... ooh, of course, he'd be pained that Character A died because he refused to have sex with the Huge Dick, so he'd feel guilty and stuff himself with it... then he'd die of infection, because it's not healthy to have a dead cock up your ass for longer than... it takes you to get off, I guess. But anyway... where was I?
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*is somewhat disturbed by that*
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(Anonymous) 2005-06-23 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)Yue Kisarag
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