the den of the muon.

Scroll down the front page here and you can see entries from August. Pretty lame, isn't it? Boo on me.

* Being home is like chocolate. It's warm and sweet, and kind of naive, and definitely pleasing.

* ( Bleach drabble #1, 116 words )

Title: 62. Glasses
Info: PoT; Ryoma + Tezuka
Rating: G.
For captaineddie.

People say that it’s Inui that hides behind his glasses the most, but Ryoma disagrees. It’s no more of a mask for Inui, he thinks, than anything else and that Inui probably delights in the fact that he can improve his own atmosphere. Anything he truly has to hide is elsewhere and not beyond the lenses; he has nothing to lose. The glasses are part of Inui’s visual identity – but that is all.

Ryoma thinks it’s their captain that hides behind his glasses the most.

Most people would disagree with him, of course, and say that Tezuka is just that – a commanding and powerful presence, with cold eyes and sharp frames and no smile. Ryoma thinks that he knows the captain much better than most people, and he believes that most people are terribly idiotic, anyway. He has more faith in his captain than he has in anyone else. However, in his mind, Tezuka is a fractured pillar – a strong pillar cracking here and there. And unlike Inui, who even without his glasses would in all probability have an unreadable gaze, Tezuka is kind.

Even if everyone else is stupid and can’t see it, Ryoma thinks that their captain is the one with the kindest eyes. Were anyone to say it, Tezuka’s glasses would flash and the curve of his mouth would turn down.

MIRA GAVE ME A PROMPT FOR THIS YAY SO YOU CAN THANK HER AND GROVEL AT HER FEET! [loveloveraburabu]

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Title: 33. DIE
Info: FMA; Edward + Mustang
Rating: PG and silliness.

Edward warily knocked at the Colonel's door. The man had sounded downright gleeful, really, on the phone - and nothing worried Edward more than a gleeful Colonel who besides being his supervisor was a bastard of a man. Ed hadn't really anticipated having to stop in Central for more than a few days, being that it was Elysia's birthday along with his own. He liked the idea of giftgiving, but that fondness only lasted him a few good days. Two days of Hughes stalking you down and crooning in your ear about how his daughter was sooo cute blowing out the candles, wasn't she? Yes, I saw, I was there! was too much. Needless to say, Ed's patience had been taxed. He'd been ready to prompt Al to pack and to leave on the nearest train, dammit, and then the Colonel had called.

Damn him.

The door opened, and Edward surpressed the urge to shrivel up and die on the spot. The Colonel's arrogantly smiling image looked down at him, and he was gestured in. It wasn't the first time he'd been here, and in truth he was getting worried about how complacent he was about being in the bastard's home. (Edward had to admit that complacent for him was about equal to what inappropriately mad would be for any other person.) The Colonel led him to the kitchen, and Ed saw a cake sitting in the middle of the table.

"Happy Birthday, Fullmetal," the Colonel smiled. "This is bean cake, and I ordered it by commission just for you. It's made with pinto beans. They're of the particularly small variety."

Edward saw red.

Title: 1. False Start
Characters: Alphonse Elric + Edward Elric
Rating: PG
1/100 themes.

Alphonse runs through the roads of Central City, watching the marketplace vendors pass by in a blur. He thinks absentmindedly that the clattering sounds of his running are very strange. His brother runs at his side, the top of his head just about even to Al's elbow – and wouldn’t Brother be angry about that – his arms windmilling to keep balance with his awkward legs and the bangs caught in his eyes. They head steadily through the sunny streets towards the expansive train station. Ed utters curses under his breath in a steady stream, almost trips over his red coat, ‘that bastard Colonel!' – and then – ‘Oh shit!’ And Al yanks him up by the right arm as his older brother narrowly avoids a faceplant into the ground. They arrive just as their train pulls away. Ed bends almost double with his palms propped up on his knees and his hair drooping and sweat dripping off his cheeks, breathes hard and laughs. Al laughs too, and sits next to his brother propped up against a column, imagines the sun shining on his face.

Belittling Foot of the Angry Giant.

For those on my f-list besides Missa and Mira who'd be interested in this (who?), the next Generator drabble is #4 Qualities...

And I've started a GP fic for fanfic100. I know, finally. =)

Anyone have an idea for a cult logo concerning HOLY SPOONS?