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15 January 2009 @ 02:43 pm

Fanfiction, finally, and this year's first post ^^; Thank goodness there has been time

~~and in a moment there is time~~

All Kateikyou Hitman REBORN! themed, a 3-day block-off.

SIX OF CUPS
Day/Theme: 09 Jan » IF YOU WEREN'T REAL I'D MAKE YOU UP
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Character/Pairing: 69+96
Rating: G/PG
Summary: In which much clay is moulded.
PASSENGER
Day/Theme: 10 Jan » EVENINGLAND
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Character/Pairing: 69+96
Rating: G/PG
Summary: In which a small tour around the Duomo commences.

GLOVE
Day/Theme: 11 Jan » YOUR HAND IN MINE
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Character/Pairing: 69+96
Rating: G/PG
Summary: In which personal arms are acquired for the long battle ahead.

All characters belong to Amano Akira.

Current Mood: exanimate

24 September 2008 @ 02:34 am

yup, i dunno but somehow it made me feel good to re-open my photo-journal.

its at

http://diyordi.livejournal.com

it'll be updated every 24th and 12th so yeah keep posted. basically ill be posting my favorite shots i have here, in devArt and in carbonmade and have a few insights and stories associated (i try my best xD) with them.

22 September 2008 @ 06:18 pm

Copyright applies. Persona 3 is property of Atlus and respected affiliates and companies. This is a non-profit work of fan fiction, and creative commons applies.

Fluff-crack warning. Inspired by Kae Steranya’s prompt, “EXPLODING KITCHEN!”

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Good Times
A Persona 3 Fanfic
By Meiya Mie
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They had barely gotten through the first few notes of Happy Birthday when He summoned his sword and cut right through the cake. There was a loud bang, and they next saw icing and the spongey insides strewn all over the kitchen surface, stunning their celebratory noise into silence.
As Koromaru moved to lick some icing off his fur, Yukari spoke,
“Step one, never listen to Junpei.” She said. “Step two, Chinese gunpowder tea is way too gourmet.”
“And three, it’s not funny to shape any of our birthday cakes after a shadow.”

18 September 2008 @ 10:25 am

Introducing

an online magazine of Science Fiction & Fantasy with a twist

Crossed Genres is a new online magazine inspired by an altered version of the Genre Challenge (genrechallenge).

Every month, Crossed Genres posts a new genre. Writers and artists have one month to submit stories and art that combine the chosen genre with some aspect of Science Fiction and/or Fantasy. All submissions are considered for publication (read the submission guidelines.) Crossed Genres will also contain interviews, and articles about the current genre, SF/F in general and the craft and business of writing.

The Magazine is free!

Please sign up to get the mailing list!

We also have a growing list of writer-related links (suggest a new one!), forums discussing all aspects of writing, and more!

So please visit the website, and sign up for the mailing list! The first genre has been posted and is accepting submissions for Issue #1, to be released December 1. Please consider making a submission!

01 September 2008 @ 03:05 pm

Hi everyone, I invite all the artists in this community, and anyone else you may know, to submit artwork or writing to our new literary/artistic/cultural/nature and travel writing/scientific webzine Synchronized Chaos!

Information on the zine and how to submit, from the Facebook group http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=20763137372&ref=mf :

This is all of our new brainchild, an art/cultural/literary/scientific/social commentary/essay webzine tentatively called "Synchronized Chaos" (referring to some kind of not-obviously-apparent logic that emerges spontaneously from randomnity, basically a fun way to have a theme without having a theme.)

Sort of a way to help the aspiring artists we constantly meet to get their names out there and spotlight some excellent work which should have an audience but the artists don't want to go through the publication process. And to give people committed to worthwhile causes a way to speak out or to use their personal experiences to educate others.

Everyone's invited to submit (and everything should be accepted, unless it's obscene or hateful). If you are interested please send a submission via email anytime this summer. We're working towards setting up a regular editing board and designating people to handle certain kinds of submissions, but for now you may use my email, cedeptula@sbcglobal.net

We're online in a rough draft form (all the artwork and writing is posted by our promised deadline but the Word Press blog still needs customization, quotes, links, and pictures to make the site more navigable) at http://www.synchchaos.com and invite you to check it out! Think of it as a building in progress, with the scaffolding still attached but with some interesting posted architectural plans.

We are not a paying market as of yet but hope to become one as we grow and sell advertising and/or host contests. The magazine's online contents will remain free to provide artists and writers with the greatest level of exposure possible.

So far we have received a good variety of submissions, and look forward to more! We're also chaos_zine on LJ and would be a publishing credit for any visual artist or writer to put on his/her bio or proposal or resume.

You may either pitch or send a completed product (attachments OK but prefer writing or thumbnails or JPEG images pasted in the body of the email.) Please put "Synchronized Chaos Submission" in the subject line and please feel free to include an artist statement or bio if you would like.

Also - our magazine is as much about building community and relationships with artists as it is about publication. We'd be happy to see artists and writers post and chat with each other in chaos_zine or on the Facebook page and would be glad to comment/critique or dialogue with you about your work if you would like.

Ode to the air conditioner

(After Pablo Neruda’s Ode to the tomato)

In the library

At noon,

Bodies everywhere,

A scholar’s morgue.

Cold,

Winter in a box

Sold

To the tropical man.

A week in Cocytus,

The damned raid shelves

Perching with glee

Alongside tomes,

Manuscripts,

And paperbacks.

The air conditioner has

Her illicit love affairs

With blue clad men

Who, all the same,

Break her heart.

9 on weekdays;

6 on Saturdays.

The button

Sinks in

To put her

Out of her misery.

But the heart

Still beats

Awaiting

Her lover’s return

At daybreak.

In a dressing room,

The air conditioner

Sprays

Its instrument

With Freon

Before going on stage.

An opera singer must

Open

The windows

To air out

The ether,

The dying stars’

Pawnshop

For

Screeching tires

And earthquakes.

It is not enough,

Sadly.

And the show

Is over

Before

The fat lady

Sings.

There it is

Like a queen

Dressed

In pristine white

Watching

Silently

From

Her balcony.

She speaks.

A hush

Blankets

Her subjects.

Wintry air

Tingles

The skin.

Noble lullaby

That

Cradles

A new spring.

Current Mood: blah blah

This poem was begun in a good mood and ended in..well...many things. Under the cut still. Constructive criticism will be very much appreciated.

~~So will gummy bears.~~

Current Mood: tired tired