Hobbies: Writing, Art, Video Games, RPing

Updates:

(Febuary, 4, 2oo7)

I. Am. Depriving. Myself. Of. Zemyx.

Seriously.

Zemyx seems to be coming back into the loop ( Along with some other crack pairings, which I'm starting to love so hard), but I, myself, have not contributed. It makes me want to write, but I can't think of anything to run with; not even for a 100-word drabble D:

In the meantime, however, I'm writing myself SephirothDemyx to death. Someone stop me so that I can write something decent. (And for the love of Mickey, someone kick me so that I write myself a MarluxiaDemyx, I need my fix)

(November 19, 2oo6)

Hm, wow. I've seem to have gone into a drabble streak. Ah well, I'll let it run its course and type something above 1000 words eventually.

Fic Status

-Sore Loser (Title subject to change)- Demyx isn't dead. Oh no. Sephiroth wouldn't let one of his favorite toys be dead. He was in tune with the darkness, after all, and if he had to dig a little deeper into his toybox to get his doll back, he was going to do it. After all, little Demyx was like a domino, he made all his toys more fun to play with. (A story of amnesia, mindfuck, and no romance whatsoever) (SephirothDemyx) (Multichaptered) ((Being written))

-Of Evil Kings and Strawberry Treats - Ari centric, Ari contemplates roles, classification, and the voices of lost girls. (Do I really want to go back, Ari wondered, when I'm not really needed and the ice cream's free?) ((Being written)) ((Might be multi chaptered))

-Covered in Snow -There was a reason Pospos Snowfield was always covered in snow. (There were no dreams in Triste, only broken ends. A place without dreams in barron like snow) ((Being written))