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after 2 days of non-stop fun with
These are for my new friend
mellie (thanx
violetfairygirl for helping me discover this fellow 1xR/Royai fan!)
( the presents!! )
ok so i posted this on </a></b></a>
het_romance already.. but thought i should put it here as well for archiving purposes and well not all of u ppl r on that comm, and how dare i deny you the utter pointlessness of this fic...?
Title: The Freshmen (based on the song by The Verve Pipe, not a song fic tho)
Author: Miaka Mouse <?__)~
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: the only explicit one is probably 2xH, but other pairings implied
Rating: R
Warnings: major major angst fic, deathfic (and that's an understatement), profanity that would make a sailor blush (ok maybe not but still..alot), some ooc-ness because i made them go through a lot in two yrs after the series ended, done for the "Reunion" challenge on </a></b>
het_romance
( the angstiest angst fic that ever angsted )</font>
I don't know where this came from... it was supposed to be about something else entirely, but this came out... not sure what to do with it... any suggestions would be muchly appreciated
Some people liken love to an affliction; a malady that reveals itself with constant and bothersome symptoms that can never be truly cured. For Relena, love was a matter of fact, a characteristic in and of herself. In the same way she knew her hair was honey blonde and her eyes were sky blue, she knew she loved Heero Yuy.
Sometimes, she wasn't even conscious of it. It had become such a part of her. Like a person who wears glasses doesn't see the border of their frames when they look out into the world, and even when they aren't wearing them, their hands come to the bridge of their nose to push their spectacles up, her love for him was just something that was there.
The people who knew often wondered why she never did anything about it, as if it were a hair out of place or a missing button. But to her, this emotion was the same as any other emotion. When she felt happy, nothing had to be done about it per se, nor did there even have to be a specific impetus for that feeling to come about in the first place. So why should love be any different?
ok before we hit midnite lemme jus say a quick happy b-day to
_kmf_ ... hope it was a good one!
ok so i've been watching the democratic national convention since last nite... is it weird that i enjoy speeches this much? ( gushing over speakers )
hey anybody remember my OC GW fic? that horrible attempt at making original characters... well it's back! sort of... i mean to say that i'm working on it again... haven't really touched it since last yr... i have been so non-productive these past few months (save jen's b-day ficlet)
anyway was having a convo with
cute_nessie earlier and she asked me what i was working on fic-wise...and sonce this is the last thing i worked on i mentioned it and since she got me thinking about it again i said hey, why not give this another try...
so we have the prologue
and then the scene that sort of explains my plot
and now... the ( newer stuff )
so i was gonna try and write (or at least start) that blind relena fic that you wanted, jen but i wrote something else instead..
so in honor of ur 21st birthday (u finally caught up to me!)
i humbly (and belatedly) offer you:
( Three Wishes )