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candylandI have written a fair amount today, but I'm not done yet. Want to crank out another six thousand words, at least. I'm actually getting stuff DONE. YAY! Should have some stuff to post tonight, I hope. It's nice to actually feel like I'm finishing things, as opposed to writing and writing and not having anything to actually, ya know...put up ^^;; And many loves and platonic smooches to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lwyn for timing me on a bunch of sprints this morning to up the word-count this far! ♥
The finale of America's Got Talent is on tonight!! :D YAY!
...ya know what, been thinking about it, but I'm just going to go ahead and do it:
FIC REQUEST TIME!
The usual deal: name a series/movie/game, character/pairing, prompt, etc.Almost anything goes, so bring it on! \o/
I always post feeling like there was other stuff I wanted to talk about, but I can't think of them when I'm actually typing an entry ;o; Oh well. I'm sure it'll come back to me eventually. In the meantime, I think I'm going to go take a shower, and then write more. And stuff. Yes.
lwyn for timing me on a bunch of sprints this morning to up the word-count this far! ♥The finale of America's Got Talent is on tonight!! :D YAY!
...ya know what, been thinking about it, but I'm just going to go ahead and do it:
The usual deal: name a series/movie/game, character/pairing, prompt, etc.
I always post feeling like there was other stuff I wanted to talk about, but I can't think of them when I'm actually typing an entry ;o; Oh well. I'm sure it'll come back to me eventually. In the meantime, I think I'm going to go take a shower, and then write more. And stuff. Yes.
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Date: 2008-10-01 11:05 pm (UTC):') I just want to see them being goofy and close despite....well, what they are.
My prompt is seasalt icecream. :3?
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Date: 2008-10-01 11:27 pm (UTC)Konan teaching Edgeworth origaaaami(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-01 11:30 pm (UTC)...except who is Konan?(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-01 11:31 pm (UTC)Haruhi moves in with Tamaki during college years and she is not very use to his way of life, being all rich and having people doing things for her like cooking and cleaning.
I was thinking about this for some time.
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Date: 2008-10-01 11:33 pm (UTC)Ah damn. XD Blue hair from Naruto.WELL CROSS SOMETHING OVER WITH PW FOR EPIC WIN.
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Date: 2008-10-01 11:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-01 11:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-01 11:48 pm (UTC)Um. Um. As for the prompt~...
If Kudo had to be Kaitou Kid for a night? |D
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Date: 2008-10-02 12:01 am (UTC)I have read about eight volumes of the Naruto manga. Sorry... ;o; But I has an idea for something that most of my f-list is unfamiliar with, and so I'll give it to you!Maya Fey had always known that her psychic powers were not quite up to where they needed to be. She was decent enough for the average spirit medium, but for one who was destined to become the head of the Fey Clan and the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique needed to be far better than average. She was a rational enough person to realize that she needed more advanced training.
So it was with that same reasonable mind that she started doing research, and found out about a summer camp for training psychics. She signed up, and when the big day came, she peeled poor Pearls off her waist and made her way to Whispering Rock Psychic Summer Camp.
It didn't take her long, though, to wonder if perhaps this was the wrong move. The first night she was there, she and the other campers (all of whom were a fair number of years younger than her) got a stirring lecture from a man half her height wearing a military uniform. He told them that they were training to become something called a Psychonaut and if they didn't do well, they would die. She then had to comfort the poor child next to her, who burst into tears at the word "die."
Then she started her exercises.
Levitation. She was expected to roll around on a ball of psychic energy, and then hang from it to float through the air. Unfortunately, her bubble tended to pop at the most inopportune moments, and she took more than one dunking in the lake for it.
Pyrokinesis. She was to set things on fire with her mind. An awesome skill, to be sure, and she was positive that she could find some good use for it in court (the image of Miles Edgeworth running around with his cravat on fire was a little bit amusing), but unfortunately, her aim was atrocious. That poor squirrel never saw it coming.
Psi-blasts. Shooting blasts of energy with her mind. That poor bird...she hoped it wasn't an endangered species.
Telekinesis. Moving things with her mind. She was told not to use that anymore after that little incident with the head counselor's car and the tree. Somehow, she doubted that they were ever going to get those two apart.
Confusion. She got these strange grenades that gave off a green gas to leave her opponents momentarily disoriented. It only took one attempt with those (and a poorly-timed sneeze) to make her swear those off.
Invisibility. She could actually make herself disappear. Truth be told, she didn't have any problems with this one, and was again happily thinking of ways that it could be useful back in court. Or just to mess with Nick's head. The same went for that nifty Shield that she found she could cast around herself. She was fairly sure she could figure out a way to gain burgers with those two powers.
But when she learned Clairvoyance, and was able to see what others at the camp saw her as...well, suffice to say, there was something highly disturbing about discovering that a particularly girl-crazy boy at the camp saw her as something entirely inappropriate, she was fairly certain that she wanted to go home.
But the real kicker, and the moment when she decided that she wanted to get the heck out of there, was when she went to the mess hall to talk to Ford, the cook (who also appeared to be the ranger, the janitor, and the admiral in the boathouse?) about acquiring a burger.
And she was told that they weren't ready, and wouldn't be ready for quite some time. Possibly a couple of weeks. They were on back order, it seemed.
Maya howled.
Psychonaaaaaauts~ Obscure but awesome game is obscure and awesome :D
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Date: 2008-10-02 04:21 am (UTC)Alas, I cannot request DWIcchan (Angelic layer) if he were in the Detective Conan verse? Bonus cookies if he's a suspect in sone case. >DDD
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Date: 2008-10-02 05:14 am (UTC)What is DW?(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-02 05:48 am (UTC)Detective Conan; Heiji x Kazuha; star gazing and feeling confessions... fluffy please~ (because I'm cheesy like that :D)
>.> I feel like I've been lacking fluff in the DC department the past few months, as Aoyama isn't helping much and you finished fanfic100, (which by the way was amazing.)
Not sure if I can request two... but a Satou/Takagi fic? I haven't read one that really made my day in a while. :3 So, if you had a bit of time and felt like whipping one up, that would make me very happy. =D And this can be whatever that comes to mind... crackish, funny, fluffy... prompt: fairy tale <3
Thanks! :P
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Date: 2008-10-02 06:03 am (UTC)DW is a PS2 game; 'Dynasty Warriors', based on the 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms'. YOU SHOULD PLAY ITTTTT(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-02 07:08 am (UTC)"What is that?" Axel asked, looking curiously at the item in Roxas' hand. It was pale blue in color, more or less rectangular in shape, and seemed to have a stick protruding from the bottom. It was, to say the least, a rather odd-looking...thing.
Roxas grinned and held the object out again. "It's just ice cream. You eat it." He raised an eyebrow and did a rather poor impression of Axel as he added, "Got it memorized?"
"Very funny," Axel rolled his eyes and halfheartedly took the item, which Roxas declared to be some sort of snack. "I dunno...you sure this isn't poisonous? I mean, you brought it here. How do I know you didn't do something to it?"
"You don't," Roxas said easily. "But I didn't do anything."
"Roxas, you need to learn to take advantage of these opportunities when they arrive," Axel scolded (and he was only half joking, to be frank). He studied the pale blue treat in his hand for a moment before shrugging and taking a bite.
He regretted it immediately.
A squawk jumped out of his mouth along with the snack, and he nearly dropped the thing; luckily he didn't, because it would have had a long way to fall. "Cold! Damn, that's cold!" he worked his mouth up and down for a moment, as though that could somehow eradicate the icy feeling that had shot up his teeth after he had sunk them into the soft snack.
To his chagrin, Roxas was actually laughing at him. "Of course it's cold," he said matter-of-factly. It was only then that Axel noticed how Roxas was eating the thing: he was licking at it. "It's called ice cream. It's going to be cold."
Axel rolled his eyes and tried his best not to pout. "You did that on purpose."
"I guess I figured you had a bit more for brains than that," Roxas said, unruffled by the accusation. "Don't bite it. You'll freeze both your brain cells."
Now it was Axel's turn to ignore the jibe, and he imitated Roxas' way of eating the ice cream. Now he could actually taste the thing without frosting his brain over. It was an odd flavor--salty and sweet at the same time. To be honest, he could see why Roxas would like this stuff.
"Heh...not bad," Axel conceded, leaning back; he put one hand behind to keep himself upright, and braced his weight against it. It seemed that no further conversation was needed from there. Instead of talking, the two simply sat and ate their ice cream and watched the sunset from their vantage point, perched on the top of the clock tower in town.
A long time afterwards, as he sat on the edge of the tower with his best friends (Hayner, Pence, and Olette) next to him, and looked out towards a particularly beautiful sunset with an ice cream bar in his hand, Roxas found himself wondering why the whole scene felt so familiar.
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Date: 2008-10-02 09:25 am (UTC)Well-written friendshipfic! I AM SATIATED ;o; Gosh this was so so cute ;o; I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG TO READ GOOD PLATONIC AKUROKU
And the last paragraph is heartbreaking ;______; WELL DONE, I BAWW'D
I will go online tonight so you can smite me ;___; I AM SORR-EEEE
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Date: 2008-10-03 12:53 am (UTC)In the days since his experiences at Whispering Rock, and his subsequent reception of the title of Psychonaut, Razputin had become fairly accustomed to all manners of strange things. Granted, he wasn't sure that anything could be weirder than the Milkman Conspiracy and the secret agents.
Although he had actually tried some milk that Boyd had brought to him once. And it was, admittedly, very delicious.
And due to his odd method of communication with Agent Crueller during that whole ordeal, he wasn't entirely unaccustomed to things popping out of his ears. He just sort of expected it to happen when he waved breakfast meat next to his face.
So it was a bit of a surprise when an envelope fell out of his ear one day. He winced (stupid paper cut...) and picked up the fallen envelope. It was light blue in color, and had his name on the front. He opened it and read the card inside.
...it was a wedding invitation.
It was because of that message that Raz found himself here now, inside the mental world, sitting inside a mental church as they waited for the service to start. He really didn't like dressing up too much, but Lili was there, and she seemed to think he looked pretty darn nice in a suit. He quietly debated wearing one more often.
Maybe it would lead to the makings-out?
As he glanced around (seeing all manners of faces there, some that he recognized, others that he didn't), he noticed that a few of the candles had gone out. Maybe they had caught a draft? ...wait, did they have drafts in the mental world? Oh brother. Raz focused for just a moment, and smirked in satisfaction as the wicks ignited in a little burst of flame.
Fire really was so pretty.
Lili gave him a light swat on the arm and rolled her eyes. But before she could say anything, it was time for the service to start. And what a beautiful wedding it was, beautiful enough that Raz was certain he saw Sasha Nein wiping a tear away from beneath those ever-present sunglasses of his.
How honored they all truly felt to be invited to witness the marriage of the Duffelbag and his Tag. It was definitely true love.
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Date: 2008-10-03 02:38 am (UTC)So whose mind were they getting married in? *shot*(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-03 03:32 am (UTC)*drive-by pokes you!*
Date: 2008-10-03 04:34 am (UTC)Ouran Host Club or Detective Conan. "The Internet Is For Porn". Rrrrrr... GO!!
Re: *drive-by pokes you!*
Date: 2008-10-03 01:05 pm (UTC)...amazingly, I've actually already done the Detective Conan (http://candyfics.livejournal.com/83384.html) angle on that.
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Date: 2008-10-03 04:11 pm (UTC)Mistaken Identity [1/1]
Date: 2008-11-13 01:46 am (UTC)There was something being said about some thief (who was also a master of disguise) who had managed to make off with a large, valuable garnet. He kept hearing people gushing about this thief, and he did not understand it. Weren’t thieves criminals? People to be hated and arrested and thrown in jail?
Ah, well. Perhaps he was missing something regarding this particular thief. So he stood to watch and see what happened, assuming that the police would take care of it. But the set-up was so huge, with spotlights and helicopters…this must be quite a famous thief.
The majority of the heist itself seemed to take place indoors, and Layton was far enough back that he couldn’t see some of the things that were going on. But the rest of the crowd was cheering like mad, and he shrugged, resolving himself to reading about it in the papers at a later date.
At least, that was his intention. But he suddenly found himself being accosted by a police officer, of all things, accusing him of being the thief? The cop was citing Layton’s hat, of all things, as evidence that he was this illustrious thief, and he was under arrest, please come along quietly.
Layton tried to protest. He was many things, but certainly not a thief! But the officer did not seem to be listening, and was still trying to get the handcuffs on his wrists. And really, something about this did not seem right. But what was it…
Suddenly, a boy came out of nowhere, breaking through the crowd, and shouted at the police officer who was busily trying to get handcuffs on Professor Layton. “STOP, KAITOU KID!”
The boy then hauled back and kicked a soccer ball (one that had seemingly appeared from nowhere) straight at the police officer in question, nailing the man squarely in the face. The officer went flying backwards, head over heels, ending up in a big sprawled heap on the ground. His eyes were all swirly; otherwise, there was no motion at all.
Layton stared at the bespectacled boy, unsure of what to make of this. But he was even more shocked to see that the boy (and the tan-skinned young man who had magically appeared behind him) were both gaping wide-eyed at the police officer. When the tanned young man spoke, his words were heavily accented. “Ah, Kudo…I don’t think that’s him. He wouldn’t get hit that easily, would he?”
The boy (apparently named Kudo) looked a bit baffled. “Hattori…should we check?”
While the Professor watched, the boy made his way over to the comatose cop and tugged at the man’s face. In a startling turn of events, the face proved to be a mask, and came right off, revealing—
“Don Paolo?” Layton half-yelped, startled to find his oddly-obsessive rival sprawled there with little yellow birdies flying in a circle around his head, singing a cheerful tune. He still had no idea what he had done to offend the man so much, but it did explain the officer’s dogged determination in getting him in handcuffs. It would certainly make Don Paolo’s job a lot easier.
The boy (Kudo) and the young man (Hattori) looked at each other like they didn’t know what to make of this. And suddenly, there was a third person standing behind them. This one was clad from head to toe in white, including his white top hat…and a monocle? And he was studying the scene over Hattori’s shoulder with intent interest.
“He’s quite good,” the man in white said after a moment. “I would have thought he was me too!”
Kudo and Hattori yelped and doved at the man in white, who flipped out of the way, landing next to Professor Layton. He looked at the Professor for a moment before grinning broadly and offering a two-fingered salute. “Nice hat.”
There was a big puff of smoke, and the man was gone.
Killed two birds with one stone with this fic XDD Hope you liked it! \o/