tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-01-13:471768::labyrinth of whims:: ::you may pick strawberries in december's frost::clonechild2010-11-29T22:46:39Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2010-01-13:471768:17739Two TLR ficlets2010-11-29T19:29:33Z2010-11-29T22:46:39ZLilly Allen - Go Back To The Pastcontemplativepublic2For <span style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://cypher.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://cypher.dreamwidth.org/'><b>cypher</b></a></span>, for whom I'd write something about Khrynia. In the end, that became two little things, neither of them being drabbles (I know, I fail). Two because Rush took the first one over, although Khrynia's still in it.<br /><br />Characters: Rush, Khrynia, David, with mentions of several other characters. Hinted at David/Rush, Khrynia/Sheryl and Leticia/Neo.<br />Warnings: the usual. also the ending feels off to me. too abrubt :/<br />word count: ~730<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://clonechild.dreamwidth.org/17739.html#cutid1">Anyway, during the Celebration orchestras and dancing troupes fill the town. It's supposed to heighten focus.</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><br />And a small collection of words that can be read as a little follow-up to <span style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://cypher.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://cypher.dreamwidth.org/'><b>cypher</b></a></span>'s awesome fic <a style="text-decoration: none" href="http://decyphered.dreamwidth.org/33650.html?#cutid1">Pride and Joy</a>.<br />Characters: Khrynia, Sheryl, with mentions of others.<br />Khrynia/Sheryl, safe for work, in as much as reading fanfic is safe for work.<br />word count ~170<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___2" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://clonechild.dreamwidth.org/17739.html#cutid2">After the parade in Athlum ends</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___2" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=clonechild&ditemid=17739" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2010-01-13:471768:5223Fic: campfire conversation, of a sort (The Last Remnant)2010-05-05T22:04:07Z2010-05-05T22:05:13Zapologeticpublic2Timeline? What timeline? <small>Okay, so I just wanted Khrynia to be in there. Also, the 'F is for fabulous' thing is totally stolen from TWEWY, but it sounds like something she'd say. <br /><br />Fandom: The Last Remnant<br />Characters who are in it (even if not all of them get a speaking line): Irina, Emmy, Violet, Nora, Sheryl and Khrynia.<br />Word count: ~450 words<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://clonechild.dreamwidth.org/5223.html#cutid1">You could, like, make millions! And then you could buy me more hats.</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div></small><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=clonechild&ditemid=5223" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2010-01-13:471768:4929TLR and Star Ocean fic2010-05-04T17:11:02Z2010-05-05T19:48:38Zpublic0I was also planning to write some FFXIII stuff, but it isn't finished yet, even though it is short and not plotty.<br /><br />Anyway, I really wanted to write about Nora and the Ladies of Bloody Alice, but I can't write something long and interesting to save my life, so it's short and sucky.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://clonechild.dreamwidth.org/4929.html#cutid1">‘After’ meant working for the Third Committee.</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br />And I recently started playing Star Ocean: First Departure. I was sort of :| about it until I entered Van. Drunken antics ensued. Millie grew on me after she started crushing on Mavelle; she was so much more boring when all you knew about her was that the game thought you should ship her with the hero. Also, I started shipping Ioshua/Cyuss the moment Ioshua introduced himself with, 'oh hi highlander. your muscles look nice. may i borrow you for a moment?' Paraphrased of course, but still. <br /><br />In this fic there are no drunken antics, because Ronyx and Ioshua do not approve. It also proves that I can't write groups.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___2" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://clonechild.dreamwidth.org/4929.html#cutid2">‘…and did you see how she incinerated that zombie? Oh, how beautiful she looked, with the flames dancing from her hand and –’</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___2" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=clonechild&ditemid=4929" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2010-01-13:471768:3201Fic: Preventive Measures (The Last Remnant)2010-02-24T21:44:36Z2010-02-25T12:11:29Zembarrassedpublic4Fandom: The Last Remnant<br />Characters: Paris, Charlotte, some other party members in the background<br />Warnings: ESL, and I think my characterization of Charlotte's a bit shaky. Paris is not quite as purple-prose-y romantic as in the game. <br /><i>Paris, and his misadventures with swords, invocations and his love interest.</i><br />~1800 words <br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://clonechild.dreamwidth.org/3201.html#cutid1">When he was young Paris had been determined to be as good a fencer as Priam was</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=clonechild&ditemid=3201" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2010-01-13:471768:887Fic: Of Friends, Customs and Silver Ore (The Last Remnant)2010-01-21T21:11:14Z2010-01-22T10:43:22ZNothing at the momentuncomfortablepublic10Today I started writing a fic for something I've been wanting to read for a while; namely, Caedmon and the founder of the Silver Falcons interaction. I was planning to do just a short little thing, maybe a drabble, consisting of mostly conversation. And then I started writing, and the beginning just happened. And none of it was conversation. <br /><br />Fandom: The Last Remnant<br />Characters: Caedmon, the founder of the Silver Falcons (I don't know his name, so I just ganked the name for one of the Athlumian soldiers off the wiki, but caring enough to see if it was the name of a male mitra, and now his name is Cain \o/ trivia: his special stat is cooperation).<br />Warnings: one-sided xeno crush, ESL. <br />~ 1200 words, so definitely not a drabble.<br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://clonechild.dreamwidth.org/887.html#cutid1">and when exactly had he become so attuned to at least that mitra out of hundreds of them that he could tell who was approaching him, simply by sound alone?</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=clonechild&ditemid=887" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments