The Written Stylings of Me!

Hiatus!

Mon, 10 Nov 2008 19:49:52 GMT

I'm going out of the country for the next year and a half! I will not have access to internet, and I won't be able to post anything here.

:(

When I get back I'll surely log right back in, though!

Wish y'all were in Germany!

~Ayaia

:D

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 15:04:06 GMT

It's my birthday! Go me!

*koff*

That is all.

~Ayaia

[March 17, 2008] [Detective Conan/Case Closed] Fool’s Errand

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 06:04:31 GMT

Title: Fool’s Errand

Day/Theme: March 17: Paper-thin smile

Series: Detective Conan/Case Closed

Character/Pairing: Shinichi/Ran

Rating: PG/K plus

Shinichi glanced at Heiji, the latter of which nodded nervously. They had parted ways with Haibara a few turns ago, and they had both heard the approaching footsteps. It would be their first confrontation with the enemy upon entering the building that served as their hideout.

It was over almost before it began; quick work of Heiji’s rendered the man unconscious, and between the two of them, they dragged him into a closet, locking him in. Shinichi glanced at Heiji, and the two shared a small smile. One down, the grin seemed to say. And who knows how many more to go?

It occurred to Shinichi that they had never sat down to discuss a plan. The two were of one mind, though, and both moved on the same instinct that guided their course of action.

They made quick work of each person they came across, quietly and efficiently knocking them out, sometimes through Heiji’s forceful method, and sometimes through Shinichi’s quieter tranquilizer darts, and then further incapacitating them by locking them into various rooms, or, in one case, tying them up by the use of the stretchy suspenders Shinichi realized he was still wearing out of force of habit, and stowing them away in the shadows, hoping they’d go unseen for a little longer.

Shinichi slowly realized that their plan was a long shot. Stealing into the headquarters of the Black Organization in the dead of night, and quietly taking out its members one by one. There were so many ways it could fail… and yet…

“Kudo?”

“Hmm?”

“We’re doing good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Every person they don’t have is another enemy we won’t have to fight later.”

“Yeah.”

Shinichi glanced at Heiji, surprised to see a grin on the Osakan detective’s face. Shinichi felt his own lips turn up in his own grin, though his was much more tense; it was probably paper thin, and white besides…

“And we have the upper hand here.”

“How do you figure?”

“We have the element of surprise, the inside information, a lot of time, and we’re just desperate enough to have a fair run at this.”

Shinichi’s smile broadened. “So you’re saying our plan is just crazy enough to work?”

Heiji nodded. “Exactly.”

Shinichi turned his attention again to their surroundings, taking in any noise that was out of the ordinary.

“Besides,” Heiji finished, a determined look on his face, “We may have a lot more to lose, but we also have a lot more to gain. And that gives us just the edge we need to kick a little ass.”

Shinichi just nodded in agreement. They may well have been running a fool’s errand…but they sure as hell weren’t going down without a fight.

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A U T H O R S N O T E

I went all out for St. Patrick’s day today. Green hair dye, green eyeliner, and this repulsive NEON green fishnet…shirt…that I wore under my regular shirt. :D

I’m a sucker for green. And a holiday that celebrates the color green? (Everyman’s Christmas is Ayaia’s St. Patrick’s Day, plzthx)

But Shinichi wasn’t being talkative today. That’s why Heiji was so…insightful. (blinks) But I don’t think it was too terribly OOC. Heiji is a detective, dammit, he’s smart…when he wants to be…

~Ayaia

O.O

Wed, 05 Mar 2008 17:48:33 GMT

Sooo....Yeah....I dunno what to write. all I've been writing is random updates for contests n' stuff.

But I'm alive! And...I have a dentist appointment!

Yeah, I got nothin.

But I really do have a dentist appointment.

*nods*

Yay for randomness!

~Ayaia

I despair of my randomness...

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 09:17:02 GMT

new entry for 30 kisses:

Title: Going Nuts

Author: Ayaia of the Moon

Pairing: Score/Helaine

Fandom: Diadem: Worlds of Magic

Theme: #14 – radio-cassette player

Disclaimer: I own Diadem! Really! Am I lying? Yes! But I wish I weren’t…

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Going Nuts

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Matt Caruso (he preferred being called Score) decided things around Dondar needed a push in a more cheerful direction. Let’s face it, he thought, we have all these adventures and they’re taking a toll on us. So far they had battled many things. Unicorns, that Ice dragon, the Goblins (okay, Score admitted, that had been kind of fun); Hell they’d even battled the Triad, who were, in all actuality, their own potential selves. And then, when Score had thought they were in for a nice break, after they’d settled the business with the Unicorns, he had to go and start dying. Stupid Destiny. That one was her fault.

After they’d gotten back from Zarathan (and slept for a while) Score had begun to hatch a plan. (heh. Hatch. Zarathan. He’d made a punny!) After his visit to his home world, Score had started thinking about little improvements that could be made to the castle of the late Garonath. Electricity, for one, could come in handy, and even Helaine couldn’t turn her nose up at it…could she?

Score decided to introduce the plan slowly. He had to do some work, trying to contact Shanara without the ease of Helaine’s Agate to move things along, but through a series of playing ‘telephone’ with Oracle, Score managed a modest portal to Rawn, and a few hours later, with Shanara’s help, he’d returned to Dondar, sporting a few Earthly luxuries. A little battery-operated radio, for one, the ingredients for S’mores, since they were so good at making fires, and, of course, a Game Boy for Pixel.

He decided to ease his companions into the idea. He knew Pixel would be a shoo-in for his electricity idea, and then it would only be a matter of time before he was introducing other things. Maybe they could start celebrating holidays? Making a calendar of sorts to live by?

Grinning, content that his plan was a good one, Score started thinking about what he could make for dinner. It was his turn anyway, and he could always make something that the other two at least found edible. He knew his S’mores would be a hit (he hoped they would, anyway, since he didn’t know how Helaine felt about chocolate…or marshmallows…or, well, the Graham crackers, for that matter.) but they couldn’t have them for dinner.

He decided to try his hand at a Waldorf salad. Well, Dondar’s equivalent thereof. He wasn’t using apples, per say, they were more like a kind of berry than anything, but he could change that, easily. But he had no idea of what to use for mayonnaise or walnuts. And what was a proper Waldorf salad without mayonnaise or walnuts?

Deciding to get to that later, Score switched the radio on, frowning at the lack of reception. Well, he had to reason with himself, it’s not like there are any radio stations to pick up on Dondar, now are there? How could he have thought otherwise?

Shrugging, he switched to the ‘tape’ function, glad that he’d had the sense to have gotten one. It seemed to be an eighties mix of sorts. He set to changing the mysterious Dondarian fruits into apples, deciding to change some of the smaller ones into raisins, which, he reasoned, were a suitable substitute in case he didn’t find walnuts.

…I think we’re alone now.

There doesn’t seem to be anyone around!

I think we’re alone now!

The beating of our hearts is the only sound!

Score grinned. Tiffany, he remembered. She was huge in the eighties. He continued the tedious job of changing the fruit into the ingredients for his Waldorf salad, making sure he didn’t use so much magic that he’d be unable to get through the dinner he’d worked so hard on making.

…and so we’re running just as fast as we can!

Holding on to one another’s hands!

Trying to get away, into the night!

And then you put your arms –

CRASH!

Score jumped, turning around to see Helaine, looking crazed, hacking at his radio, trying to kill the music that continued to feebly sputter from the speakers.

“Helaine, what are you doing!” Score exclaimed, rushing forward, stopping her from her assault. He knew that it was too late, however. Unless Pixel could fix it. Which Score doubted.

“Let me destroy it! It makes demonic sounds that have no doubt befuddled your brain!” Helaine exclaimed, trying to push Score out of the way.

“It’s not befuddling my brain! It’s just technology, Helaine! Music!”

“That is not music!” Helaine screeched, raising her sword in such fury that Score had the sense to not get in her way or else he’d be sliced in half.

With Helaine’s devastating blow, the radio had finally had enough, the gears grinding to a halt and the music of Tiffany stopping along with them. It was dead.

Score frowned, picking at the pieces. Helaine just looked on the destruction proudly, sheathing her weapon and crouching to Score’s level, where he was hunched over the remains of his previously mint-condition battery-operated stereo, huffing in annoyance.

“Helaine, this was brand-new! Why’d you have to go all nuts on it?”

“I have not gone anywhere, and what do nuts have to do with anything?”

“I brought this radio from Earth. It was playing music.”

“That horrible sound? That was not music. And besides; how could one fit a musical instrument inside such a small metallic box? Clearly it was witchery, meant to drive the listener insane.”

“Helaine, did you ever stop to think that Earth music was different than Ordin music?”

Helaine looked outraged, as an angry flush kissed her cheeks briefly. Just as she opened her mouth for what Score knew was going to be a well-worded insult, he sighed. It was no use trying fight about it with her. She just didn’t understand.

“You know what? It’s fine. Never mind. Did you by chance know where I could get some walnuts? I’m making an Earth dish called ‘Waldorf salad.’”

Helaine grinned, anger forgotten as realization dawned on her face. “Was that what you meant before? Is this ‘going nuts’ a strange Earth-slang way of asking me to help you with dinner?”

Score just chuckled, shaking his head. “I guess so, in this case.”

Helaine looked delighted at having solved some of Score’s words on her own, even if it wasn’t entirely correct. “I will be most pleased to ‘go nuts,’ as the Earth-beings say. I think I saw some plants by the Unicorn pasture that might be worth looking at.”

Score nodded, glancing forlornly at the scrap-metal that was the remains of his radio. Maybe he’d try and introduce electricity another day. For now, it seemed he was going nuts with Helaine. Hey. At least he was in good company.

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Tiffany and her song I Think We’re Alone Now do not belong to me. I like to use random 80s songs sometimes. I used Bicycle Race from Queen in a chapter of my X-men story, Unstable Origins.

It’s fun. You should try it sometime. (I know everyone secretly likes 80s music. Admit it.)

In other news, I have a headache. because of all the caffeine I consumed today. I hope you're pleased with yourselves, cursed fanfiction muses!!

*grumbles and goes to bed to die*

~Ayaia

contest entry for mf_sanctuary

Mon, 14 Jan 2008 16:20:06 GMT

Too Lazy to do a cut. Here. Take it. :::::::::

Of Overcoming and Comfort, Cold though they be

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Rin didn’t recall her first winter. The people in her old village told tales of heavier snow, stronger winds, and longer nights than any other in their memory. She’d fallen ill.

Rin didn’t recall anything about that first, famous sickness. She didn’t remember any comforting her family might have done, nor any medicine she might have been given.

Rin did, though, recall another sickness. Another winter. A phantom illness that was really that first sickness come back again, never fully defeated. It was horrendous. Her mother sent her brothers out for medicine, and they returned only with trinkets from the little village.

Rin remembered the first time she’d cared for the sick. It wasn’t her own family; they had died that year; fallen to bandits who took them for all they had, little trinkets though the bounty was. She’d remembered the actions of her departed family, and mimicked them. It was all for naught, as the creature she was caring for insisted that he didn’t need her care, nor did he eat human meals.

Rin mused now how very ironic it was; her Lord – her Sesshomaru who had been so indifferent to the care she gave him – was now the main source of comfort as that sickness reappeared; the same sickness that she didn’t remember getting in the first place that merely faded away, undefeated with time. Unmoved though he seemed to be, her Lord did care for her. And it was this cold comfort she found she preferred.

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Fin

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Quite fun to do, actually, and hard to limit myself to the set word count. (249, thankyouverymuch)

Onward to other things!

Of Tradition, Metaphors, and Gummi-worms. (Diadem: Worlds of Magic, Score/Helaine, #23 -- candy

Thu, 10 Jan 2008 07:18:48 GMT

Title: Of Tradition, Metaphors, and Gummi-worms.

Author: Ayaia of the Moon

Pairing: Score/Helaine

Fandom: Diadem: Worlds of Magic

Theme: #23: Candy

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I own Diadem! Really! Am I lying? Yes! But I wish I weren’t…

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Of Tradition, Metaphors, and Gummi-worms.

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Kissing is much like trying an exotic food for the first time. You have no idea how something so disgustingly slimy can be so pleasant, but it just is — Damn that Score!

Helaine Votrin was really trying to watch her sister’s wedding vows. It wasn’t her fault that the idiosyncrasies that were Score’s made-up sayings (he claimed they were ‘homely truths’ on Earth, which she was skeptical about) kept popping into her head. She couldn’t remember the occasion for which he’d used said phrase, but she was certain it hadn’t been appropriate at the time.

Score, though, had never been one for propriety. Why, just now, at dinner, he’d transformed the Guinea fowl into something…else. It looked like the ‘cheeseburgers’ of Earth that he always went on about, but it was somehow different…Her father had been most displeased of course, saying he’d caught that guinea fowl himself…

She grinned, then, in a lopsided sort of way, reminiscent of the very boy she was thinking about. She did remember when he’d said that odd phrase. It had been on one of his trips to Earth, insisting upon stocking up on “real food” instead of the perfectly respectable things she herself tracked and took down with her bow.

Upon reaching one of the local markets which Score had called a ‘gas station’ (it was a place where the ‘cabs’ came to ‘get fuel’ though she hardly understood why a machine needed sustenance like a mule or a donkey.) He came out sporting a ‘five-fingered discount’ (He explained later that he’d stolen it, much to the dismay of Pixel and especially Helaine, who made him go back and leave payment for the workers) on one of his ‘cuisines’ from Earth, called ‘Gummi-worms.’

They were ‘disgustingly slimy’ indeed, and Helaine had demanded to know whether or not the brightly colored things were really worms, and what sort of nutritional value they held, until Score had poked one in her mouth. Helaine had objected until Score encouraged her to eat it, and she had then decided that it was indeed a glorious food, worthy of the title ‘cuisine.’

She had eaten the most out of the little bag, and then had spent the better half of the next five minutes kissing Score, (who didn’t object, as he liked gummi-worms as much as the next person) searching for traces of the wonderful gummi-worm taste in his mouth.

While Jenna and Pixel fawned over the ‘pizza’ Jenna had never quite gotten over on her first trip to Earth, Score had educated Helaine in the fine foods that were Earth’s candies, far superior to her own world’s equivalent thereof. Helaine had demanded bags of the Gummi worms as well as several others, some fruity, like the worms, and some sweeter ‘chocolates’ that Helaine had had initial misconceptions of, and others still that were veritable symphonies of mysterious tastes on her tongue. (Score called them ‘marshmallows’).

She had decided that she enjoyed these candies and was quite keen, even now, to go to Earth and get more, though she’d never say anything of the sort to Score.

“What are they doing?” Score muttered into her ear then, talking out of the corner of his mouth. Score, after all, was in the place of honor at the head of the hall, being the king of sorts, and he had no idea what was going on, save the vaguest notion that it seemed like an important ceremony. He didn’t believe it was really a wedding.

“Vows,” Helaine muttered back, from her place on his left.

“Why are they speaking in pig-latin?”

“Score, you know very well that pigs don’t speak,” she said in confusion, but Score just waved a hand at her.

“Tomato Tomahto.”

“What?”

“Never mind.”

“Stand up.”

“What?”

Helaine stepped on his foot as the congregation turned to him, and he stood up in a hurry.

“Um, you may kiss the bride?” Helaine subtly shook her head, and Score quickly corrected himself. “Or, uh, do whatever it is you folks do in this sort of occasion.”

Lord Votrin smiled, and then took out a bejeweled dagger, throwing it into the ground for all he was worth.

The gathered group cheered then, and Helaine grinned, throwing her own dagger into the ground, then turning to Score and kissing him lightly.

“What is up with your culture?”

“Hmm?”

“Speaking a different language for a wedding ceremony I get. But throwing daggers into the ground?”

“Don’t you have anything similar in weddings on Earth?”

“Well, kind of. I think in Jewish weddings they break a cup or something.”

“Why?”

“I dunno.”

“Take a guess then.”

“It makes sense to them to do it so they do?” Score was smiling; teasing her.

“I think it’s tradition,” Helaine answered in mock firmness.

“And kissing the long lost heir of Ordin?” He was definitely teasing now. Probably in want of a fist in his face…or a kiss. Depending on the mood he kept her in.

“Oh, that was just me improvising,” Helaine said, deciding to tease him back.

“I could see that.”

Helaine’s eyebrows suddenly furrowed. “What did you change your dinner into?” she asked, remembering her father’s insistence that Helaine’s friends not use witchcraft in his home.

“Something that wasn’t guinea fowl.”

“Something involving pepperoni?”

“Oh, no, that’s reserved for pizza only.”

Helaine smirked. “I tasted pepperoni,” she insisted, challenging him.

“Damn. I’ve been ratted out.” Score smiled, his arms resting comfortably around Helaine’s waist.

“Pepperoni is for pizza and guinea fowl, then?”

“You have a problem with that?”

“No, I had just hoped you might have gone for something…fruitier.”

“Like gummi-worms?”

“…”

Score grinned at Helaine, whose silence had told him all he needed to know. “Unfortunately, Ms. Votrin, I cannot seem to peg gummi-worms in my vast menu of food-changing, because I simply don’t know what they are. And if I don’t know what they are, how can I change something else into a gummi-worm?”

“Is there anything we can do?”

“You just want my lips for your own selfish gummi purposes, is that it?”

“Exactly.”

Score just smiled, and pulled Helaine closer. She closed her eyes, expecting another kiss…

“And I’m good with that,” he muttered, pressing something to her mouth…she opened her eyes in shock – it was a gummi-worm! He’d been holding out on her!

Score pulled a small bag of gummi-worms from inside his borrowed tunic, grinning at the smile that had appeared on Helaine’s face. “Kissing is like eating gummi-worms,” he said, holding another one out to her. “You don’t know how something so odd can end up making you smile…but it does.”

“Another of your ‘homely truths’ no doubt,” Helaine said doubtfully, taking the proffered candy nonetheless and poking it into her own mouth.

“Naw, I just made that one up.”

Helaine just extracted another worm from the bag. She held it in front of Score’s lips tauntingly. “But that’s not right,” she argued, poking the worm in his mouth as he looked at her in confusion.

She smiled. “That’s the only phrase that’s been truthful out of the nonsense you always spout.”

Score returned the smile. “You just want my lips for your own gummi purposes,” he said again. “But I like gummi-worms. So we’re good.”

Helaine just rolled her eyes and pulled his face toward hers, relishing once again in the sweetness that was his kiss.

And she didn’t think it had anything to do with the gummi-worms.

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No idea where it came from, really…Needless to say I was eating Gummi worms at the time, and the saying came to me. I think my sister said it to me first; she has this little book full of quotes and such that she adds to and reads aloud from every once in a while…

And may I say…Holy Freaking Fluff!! I didn’t know I had it in me…

Oh, and the thing about the Jewish weddings? Totally true. The last part of a Jewish Marriage Cerimony is the bride and groom drinking wine, and then the groom steps on the wine glass to break it. The link is thus: http : / / en . wikipedia . org / wiki / Jewish _ views _ of _ marriage but without the spaces.

I’ve never witnessed a Jewish wedding. I’d very much like to. I’ve attended a Catholic wedding service for my cousin, and I can’t count how many receptions for Christian and LDS weddings, but never a Jewish wedding.

~Ayaia

Another post! I'm doing good! only 28 more!!

~Ayaia

Intrigue...

Thu, 10 Jan 2008 06:05:40 GMT

I seem to be joining many communities...hmm...curious...

anyhoo.

I'm hungry. I think it's because I'm trying to become a vegetarian. I had a good thing, you know, for my whole 'new years resolution' and all, but I work at burger king...well, let's just say I avoided the burgers, but I forgot that chicken, as in chicken fries, chicken tenders...well, chicken is meat...so I had to start over. I've been a vegetarian for 3 days! wo0t!

Working on fanfiction now. I am a member of so many fanfiction communities that I should get to work posting on one of them!! Yay!

~Ayaia

death becomes me...

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 07:45:06 GMT

...no, not really. Trying to sort out issues with my bank while working and buying books for the new school term! yay!
...no, not really again. I'm NO multitasker. And I wonder why I have no free time...

pro: my nine-month review is in February...maybe I'll get a raise at my job! (yeah right.)
con: my bank is a butthead.
pro: I have a sexy hat.
con: I can't wear it to work. (Can't wear it at all 'cause I work so much...)

blah

more work on 30 kisses later...might post later tonight if I have motivation enough to finish my new chapter.

yay mediocrity!

~Ayaia

aslgjfalsdjf

Tue, 25 Dec 2007 20:10:28 GMT

"Chubaka" - Philip

In Comparison... (Diadem, Score/Helaine, #15: perfect blue

Sun, 23 Dec 2007 04:47:51 GMT

Title: In Comparison...

Author: Ayaia of the Moon

Pairing: Score/Helaine

Fandom: Diadem: Worlds of Magic

Theme: # 15: Perfect blue

Rating: G

Disclaimer: I own Diadem! Really! Am I lying? Yes! But I wish I weren’t…

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In Comparison…

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“Well, I’m not against the whole ‘R and R’ but why are we out here again?”

Helaine Votrin rolled her eyes, pulling Matthew Caruso (he preferred ‘Score’) in her wake as they climbed to the crest of one of the many rolling hills that surrounded the castle that was her home. They had just cunningly put a stop to the warring border lords, and they only awaited word from her father before heading home to Dondar.

Once they reached the peak of the hill (It wasn’t a peak really, just a glorified plateau of sorts) Helaine finally stopped, satisfied as she beheld the majesty before her; Her father’s estate blended gradually into the small town beyond the walls, and the houses of the lesser border lords slowly became the huts of the shopkeepers, and the hovels of the peasants. She turned to Score, expecting a look of awe on his face at the spectacular view, and was surprised when she found his gaze, instead, turned upward, towards the sky.

“Score, the view is that way,” Helaine said firmly, gesturing at the reason she’d brought him up here in the first place.

“Nice sky you got here.”

“What?”

“If you think about it, Dondar’s sky is always some weird color. Pink, or Red. Purple too.”

“I suppose that’s true, but –”

“ – and New York? Fahgeddabouddit. Sky? What sky? We got Smog.”

“What is ‘smog?’”

“But here? You got this whole… I dunno. It’s blue, anyway.”

Helaine turned her gaze momentarily to follow his, confused. It was just the sky. It was a nice day, she supposed. Clouds puffed against a canvas of truest blue. She looked back at Score and laughed lightly to herself; he’d sprawled flat on his back, so as to better see the sky. She shrugged, joining him.

“I mean, look at it,” Score continued from his place in the grass, gesturing above him.

“It’s the sky, Score,” Helaine said simply.

“It’s not just the sky.”

“What is it then?” Helaine huffed, annoyed. Honestly. If he wasn’t going to make sense they could just go home, where he wasn’t supposed to make sense.

“It’s a majesty of perfect blue,” Score said decidedly, putting his hands behind his head and grinning.

“Otherwise known as the sky,” Helaine said stubbornly.

Score glanced over at her. His gaze was serious. “You don’t get it. In New York, no once cares about all the crap they’re putting into the air. You can’t even see the stars at night. On Dondar, the atmosphere makes the plants and stuff all weird and Technicolor. But here you have this amazing, perfect sky, and you don’t see it.” He turned back to look intently at said sky, and Helaine started to understand.

Even on Pixel’s world, (so he’d said) where there weren’t any towers obscuring the view, the sky was still hazy from the heat of their many, many computers. By comparison, the sky on Ordin was much nicer. She peeked at Score, her stare softer than it had been, but his moment had passed, and he had a look on his face that better suited a shark.

“By the by, Miss Votrin. Just how many boys do you bring up here anyway?”

Helaine shoved him, blushing at the insinuation. Score, however, leaned quickly forward, planting a quick peck on her lips, grinning at the look of utter confusion on her face before getting up and trotting back down the hill.

“It’s okay if you’re a shameless hussy, Helaine!” he called back merrily, obviously feeling daring because he had a head start on her and her sword. “It doesn’t change my feelings for you! I still think you’re a bullheaded, controlling Nazi, but now you’re a shameless, bullheaded, controlling Nazi hussy!”

Her next comment was brutalized by obscene language as she chased him down, vowing to hand his head to him.

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A U T H O R S N O T E

Soooooo yeah. I’ve decided to enter this contest: It’s cool. This is one of 30 little fics I’m going to do because, let’s face it, Diadem needs more fans. :)

Read, review, at your leisure, of course, and a happy authoress shall I be!

Clamps onto internet and refuses to let go

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 07:47:16 GMT

OH INTERNET, HOW I HAVE MISSED THEE!!!!!!!

Haven't logged on in freaking EVER 'cause I had to go and MOVE and my new place won't accept my wireless adapter!!! Grr!!

Loving now.

~Ayaia

hunger...and deadness...

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 20:37:26 GMT

aaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggg!

I hate holidays. I have to write 2 papers, draw a picture of my shoes, move, develop my film for my camera, and survive the next week and a half. After that? I have to change jobs, fret about my new house (the rent is higher...*fret fret*) and try and buy Christmas presents for everyone! Who wants a candy cane? I can get them in bulk...and it's about all I can afford...

*Death to job with no money*

If we nix the cable, that's 30 more dollars we don't have to spend...we can live without television, I'm certain. I can survive on Anime, right?

Well, we won't go hungry! I have coupons and discounts everywhere! I is smart!

will post something other than this...soon...

~Ayaia

my aching brain

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 20:06:05 GMT

Soooo....yeah. My head hurts. Part of it is I'm in the marching band, and there was a football game yesterday. Part of it is I overslept. Part of it is I didn't go to bed until 3:00 in the morning. But mainly? My head hurts because of my brother. I blame him.

Meh.

Writing, drawing, living, breathing -- all of these must be put on hold for thanksgiving/finals/moving day approaching/goodlordIdon'thaveaturkey week. After that, I will be free!!! hahahaa!!!

~Ayaia

poetry

Mon, 12 Nov 2007 16:40:38 GMT

I find myself writing poems, as of late. They amuse me. Gander thusly:

Want

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I’m happy…

But I’m sad more

I want love…

But I gain brothers

I want bliss…

But I receive trials

I want attention…

But I get the wrong kind

I long for understanding…

But I get condescending

I want certain things…

But I get others

If I were to want what I don’t…

Would I get what I do?

I want…

death;

destruction;

despair;

poverty;

ill health;

immeasurable heartache;

pain;

a love unrequited;

a dance rejected;

hatred…

But not really

That’s the trick though…

The Written Stylings of Me!

Hiatus!

:D

[March 17, 2008] [Detective Conan/Case Closed] Fool’s Errand

O.O

I despair of my randomness...

contest entry for mf_sanctuary

Of Tradition, Metaphors, and Gummi-worms. (Diadem: Worlds of Magic, Score/Helaine, #23 -- candy

Intrigue...

death becomes me...

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In Comparison... (Diadem, Score/Helaine, #15: perfect blue

*Clamps onto internet and refuses to let go*

hunger...and deadness...

my aching brain

poetry

Clamps onto internet and refuses to let go