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Cake [Oct. 8th, 2006|05:56 pm]
[current location |Home]
[mood |sicksick]
[music |Holy Mountains - System of a Down]

Title: Cake
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1222
Type: Wannabe Drabble
Pairing(s): Elricest
Description: This was written for my friend Stitches, who requested fluffy elricest involving cake. And how could I say no? Who doesn't love kitchen elricest?

...Edward usually prided himself on his self-control, but damn that cake looked good...Collapse )
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Fanfiction Drabble [Sep. 26th, 2006|10:19 pm]
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Title: Games of Pretend
Rating: PG-13
Words: 301
Type: Drabble
Pairing(s): Elricest/AlfonsxEdward
Description: Just a random, movie-based drabble. Very short, but I rather like it. HeidrichxEd, very much with the implied Elricest.

Games of Pretend

There is no resistance, only distantly familiar warmth as Heidrich's tongue, writhing and wet, slides between his lips. It is a kiss layered with guilt and sinful promises, but Edward wouldn't have wished for it any other way. It would feel the same even if the doppelganger of his brother were who he really wanted it to be.

There is no struggle against the roughness of the taller man's body as they lower themselves to the comfort of the bed, rather a strange acceptance of what he offers; even though he would be gentle and smooth in the same situation.

There is no hesitation in returning the hushed moans of 'brother' in his ear with whimpers of his own, even if the familiar word is a lie. He doesn't deny that he wants someone else to Alfons, and Alfons never asks him to, more seems to have a bizzare understanding of how he feels. Of the shameful wants of Edward Elric.

And there is no pain as the craved warmth is finally close enough to bring him over the edge, only blissful pleasure as, for a moment, just a moment, they both can imagine.

But it does hurt when the soft chant of 'brother' morphs into 'I love you''s, because it is Alfons Heidrich who is confessing, and doing so genuinely. The tears of pity blaze hot paths down Edward's cheeks when he can finally bring himself to open clouded golden eyes.

Because there is only one person who he can associate with that intimacy, and it is not the man who loves him, but his brother, his own flesh and blood.

Alfons doesn't even know if Edward's sympathy is truely for him anymore.

Maybe it would be best if he could learn to pretend as well.


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Tickle me Harder! [Sep. 19th, 2006|07:45 pm]
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[current location |Home, still. ><]
[mood |crazycrazy]
[music |How You Remind Me - Nickelback]

Is it just me or does the new T.M.X. Tickle-me Elmo get a li-i-ittle too into it?



They should make the Politically Correct one.

''No' means 'no' for Elmo!'

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Meh! [Sep. 18th, 2006|09:10 pm]
[current location |Home]
[mood |exhaustedexhausted]
[music |Sanctuary - Utada Hikaru]


Currently lacking in pen resources. This is my quick-doodle with brown pen doujin way of getting over it. <3
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Puppetizing the Revolution! [Aug. 25th, 2006|11:44 pm]
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[current location |Still at home]
[mood |tiredtired]
[music |Does the hum of the computer count?]

God should have puppets.

We'd totally go for the puppets.

Just think: A little spandex-wearing red puppet descends from the heavens and we all know it's satan.

We set fire to it and dance around it chanting and God rewards us with a show.

Like... making the devil sing that song from Pinocchio.

You totally know the one.

'I ain't got no strings.. hmm hmm hmm hmm.'

Except he would have strings... Divine holy strings of support.

And then God would let out a mighty laugh and smite him. And the closet people would be blessed by holy woodchips in the form of splinters.

Oh, hell yeah!



Imagine how close we'd be to God's own hand.

He'd have little finger puppets of all of us, too. And we'd know when we were doing wrong. We'd never go bad again!





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Smut-crazed doujin, I suppose [Aug. 25th, 2006|09:05 pm]
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[current location |Home... e.o]
[mood |anxiousanxious]
[music |My dad's guitar-ing. :o]

Erm... it's a doujin by me... let your eyes bleed from the craptastic art and whatnot. And the poorly thought-out plot, but you'll come to expect that from me. ^^

The pairing is Envy!ed/Al... >>;;

I know, it's so original.

It's only page one... and I share my DA with my brilliant, sexy, grammatically challenged best friend, Stitches.

 (I go by Obscura, which never fails to burn my mind's eye with months of Lara Croft falling to her death in the Temple of Ancients with comical screams of anguish in Tomb Raider: AoD.)

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