Hehe, yes, it’s done, finally…go MEEEEE!

Awwness, listen to this song, people:

Isn’t it Yami and Seto-ish? Kyaaaa!!! ::sings it till her sisters draws out a pistol and shoots her!::

Seto and Yami= ♥

…you know, really…it just happened.

I wrote a oneshot. Really short..almost a drabble. It’s…it has prideshipping…

Dolphin-style.

::headdesks repeatedly:: Sorry, yes, I know I am bizarre…but you see, I have an explanation. The other day, I was spekaing to Star, and I was looking for dolphin related stuff…so I can write that scene where Bakura tears apart the poor dolphin. And…I came to find out, that dolphins can get sexually attracted to humans…

And I got a plot buinny out of it.

So anyway, today, I was writing the last parts of Leave out all the rest…and suddenly, star goes: PINK DOLPHIN…so Rem went and got me this research paper online, where it says that Dolphins…can become pregnant through same-sex mating.

…my overactive mind.

Anyway, my original plan was to write a Human!Seto/Dolphin!Yami fic…how so…well, you’ll have to wait and find out later, because I will be writing that…:D But for now, check out that other one…purple dolphins as kids…LOL.

It’s to Star Fantasy…for her love and support and cuteness. Thankies…and remember: FANFICTION!

Okay, so I was speaking to someone very dear the other day and she told me my blog is very personal ::huggles said person happily:: So since I am finding something to waste my time doing, I decided to make…..LISTS! Yayness!

The first list is the I Love list…here goes:

I LΟVE

#10: Ismailia

Ismailia is my hometown in Egypt… born there and raised there =) The pictures up there shows modern-day Ismailia. A few days ago, I was telling RiYuYami about my favorite place there. There is this bridge (if the white building in the last picture wasn’t there, you’d see it), located on the area where the Nile’s waters, meet the seawater. On one side of the bridge, you have purely salty water and on the other side, you have the fresh, sweet water of the Nile. It is an amazingly romantic place, and even if I have no one to go there with, I enjoy going for a walk there. There’re people who sell grilled corn over there. They grill it on burning wood as we wait for it to get ready. When it’s done, they wrap it in the leaves of the corn cob. ::smiles happily:: Ismailia is a quite peaceful place, not like Cairo…jeez. Nothing like Cairo. Silent, small, everyone knows one another…lovely. I love it…

#09: Shoes

Wow! Wow, I am in LOVE with shoes. Strange, yes, indeed…But I just can’t get enough. Yes, I may be an airhead, but meh, who cares. I love heels, partly because I am short (>.>) and partly because they are so beautifully elegant…::hums happily:: I have about…6 pairs of high-heeled shoes. Coming next in line are boots! I have four pairs of pretty boots. I have the stripper-boots, like Yami’s, only with pencil heels and a slight chess-like decoration at the top. The others vary in how high their heels are, and their color. Coming next in line are the flats…well, they are comfortable…they will be very nice in college…

#08: Books

…I am a geek, what can I say. I adore books. Books are the first ever source of entertainment in my life. I finished my first book when I was 6 years old. I was reading The Lord Of The Rings Triology when my classmates were still killing their English language by reading Goosebumps and Christopher Pike ::amused:: My favorite books are those written by Wilbur Smith. That man…is my inspiration to write. I think my style of writing is greatly affected by him, in particular. So much imagery and beauty ::hums happily::

#07: Studying

Mega-geek alert XD. Yes, believe it or not…I don’t know if this sounds scary or not, but seriously, the feeling I get from studying…well, from my knowledge, is the same as that of a cocain-high, or the aftermath of sex. Yes, yes, you must be thinking, “jeez! That is GEEKY!” Yes, yes, I know…but it’s the truth. I love studying. I get thrilled when I study, and I get a thrill when I see the seeds of it getting sown in the form of my marks/grades. It’s beautiful… and I think that is why I am not scared of the idea of going into med-school. I enjoy working. Shut up, and stop thinking “workaholic” >.>

#06: Chocolate

What could be better than a bar of chocolate, allllll to yourself, after a day of studying, writing, running around the school to get stuff done? What could be more relaxing than that? I don’t think anything can be more soothing than the slow, seductive melt of a cube of dark chocolate on your tongue, the taste spreading throughout your entire mouth. I think it defines an orgasm XD Lol…My favorite type of chocolate is the dark, dark chocolate. The bitterness counters the sweetness in this confusing way…it’s unbelievable. CHOCOLATE FTW!

#05: Mello

……….MELLOOOOOO!!! -fangirls for a bit…- ::clears throat:: Okay, I’m better… Okay…Mello. Mello is a character out of Death Note, he is one of L’s successors. He is the second in line, which simply is killing him on the inside, that he isn’t the first one…You can see why I like him. I can just…relate to him! He’s such a realistic character…pretty, smart, kick-ass amazing…yet not the “First”. And the catch in all this, is that he is so competitive, that his position as second just doesn’t satisfy him. He preferred dying on staying second like that. And to top it all, it’s so amusing…a mafia-boss at less than 19, guns in every curve of that sexy body of his, and outfits that fit that of a 5-dollars-an-hour whore, he cannot live without his beliefs and religion. See in the pic above? See the beads? That’s the rosary he’s always wearing…Jeez, I can’t help but adore him endlessly.

#04: Writing

..Do I need to elaborate? I do, right? Okay…writing has been what dominated my free time for the past…4 years. Yes, 4 years since I started writing. Summer of eighth grade. My writing is affected by my moods, as everyone MUST have noticed. The more stressed, depressed or annoyed I am, the darker my writings are. The happier I am, the more romantic what I come up with. I pour a very large part of myself into what I write. I mostly write based on events that took place in my life, and perhaps that is why I get comments about how life-like my characters are. And perhaps that is why I get extremely offended if someone passes a remark about my fictions…I don’t know, but writing has become a huge pillar in my life that I run to whenever I need to vent.

#03: Seto and Yami

Yes, Seto and Yami ‘together’. One of them only simply cannot do. They HAVE to be together. Otherwise, they are simply cute bishies in an anime show. Prideshipping, is my #3. There isn’t one day that passes without me thinking of those two. They became more than just a yaoi couple in an anime. Seto and Yami are now more friends than they are imaginary characters out of YuGiOh. Perhaps that is why I tend to make them more human? Dunno… I owe those two a lot.

#02: Success

Success…yes… I cannot tolerate failure. I cannot accept any result, for any project, no matter how small it is, no matter how insignificant, except success. Yes, it makes me suffer sometimes, because you have to fail to succeed. But the taste of victory and success is just insatiable.

#01: Life

I love my life…yes, true, random, but the truth. I couldn’t be any more grateful for what I have right now. I have everything I need, a family, looks, brains, success, social life… I can’t possibly want anything more, even if I start demanding things from my parents. The beautiful thing is that they get me those things, making my life even more beautiful. What more can I say? I love my life…:D

Okay, two updates put up today…Broken, as usual, and chapter 5 of Pandora’s Box. Please let me hear your thoughts…::yawns tiredly::

Like the title says…

It had been too calm…too suspicious. The way his father welcomed him home…for God’s sake, the fact that he actually welcomed him home itself made all the red alarms start off in Yami’s mind, putting him on the edge at all times. He was almost positive that when he would go upstairs to his room, he would find it locked, but to his surprise and apprehension, he found that he guessed wrong. The door was opened and his things were exactly in the same place he put them, not one of his shots missing, none of his money taken.

He couldn’t help but keep staring behind his back every few seconds as he changed in his room into something more comfortable. Even as he sat on the bed contemplating what was going on, the sudden kindness his father was treating him with, he kept flinching at the slightest of sounds, and glancing worriedly at his room’s door. He was expecting the monster to storm in any second to do something nasty to him as usual.

The monster did arrive, but not in a manner he expected. He knocked on the door. For the love of all that was still good in the world…knocked! When Yami hesitantly called him in, not knowing if he was signing the contract of his death or worse, he slowly opened the door and didn’t burst in with deafening noise. Yami stared up at him in concealed trepidation as he stood at the foot of the bed.

“You’re having dinner with me downstairs today.” His father finalized.

“I’m not hu…”

“Seven! Be there Yami, I don’t want any arguments.” Samuel barked, scowling at him.

Yami, although bewildered by his father’s sudden interest in his meals, nodded, not really having any choice. He knew, as the man turned around to march out of the room –and closing the door quietly— behind himself, that something very, very bad was going to happen to him. Was he going to poison him? It was a pleasant thought; at least he’ll suffer only one last time, then get relief.

Sighing, and trying not to get hopeful, Yami got up from the bed and headed towards his bathroom to take a shower and get dressed.

Okies, the new chapter, Kiss, has been put up. You can find it by the side. Please read it before clicking on Read More below.

Now you may be wondering what’s up with me and writing about Seto being pure and the Light and blah blah, blah…Here, I am referring to Seto’s favorite monster being a ‘Light’ monster and Yami’s being a ‘Dark’ one. I know that that is not enough to base the chapter on it, but again, think about it…Yami truly has more darkness in him than Seto ever had. Seto is a bitch in the show, because he is trying to get his title back from Yami. But if you notice, he never was anything but merciful and…well…nice (in his own way, of course!). Yami, on the other hand, he played the Seal of Oricalcus. And he was terrible, without Yugi’s light affecting him in any way. Those were my thoughts while writing that…because seriously…in a prideshipping relationship, you can expect Seto to be Yami’s light…in some way…

I am ranting, aren’t I? Don’t kill meeee! >.<

Oright, everyone…On a productivity streak, I am…XD

I put up a new fic, called Broken, you can find the link to it by the side over there, under Recent Updates. It is a series of drabbles, 25, to be specific. The first 25 of the 4th prompt of the 100ficlet group on LJ. I will not be putting up the fic there, I cannot take part in any competitions or anything like that…

It is dedicated to Crimson Azure Rose…because she is a lovely, lovely person ::hugs::

hello all, the new chapter is here, you can find it under recent updates by the side, or in the page designated to the story, under In progress. ::yawns…tired::

Okies, so I added Sayonara, link, as well as link to The Oath, can be found under Recent Updates.

Speaking of Sayonara and The Oath…

First, I got a comment yesterday about The Oath that the person thought it was rushed and that it seemed as though Seth and Atemu didn’t even fall in love at all. There was also another remark about childish-Atemu, but that did not really bother me as much as the comment about their relationship. I politely replied back, explaining that I thought that 5 years were enough development… I got a PM back telling me that perhaps 5 years were enough development, but the way I wrote it, it was not enough (or perhaps not powerful/strong).

I’m still fucking pissed off about it, although Lubna, Seth and Opal told me it wasn’t true…I mean..I’m sorry if my writing skills are no match for Wilbur Smith’s or J.K. Rowling, or someone like Lomelindi, but I challenge her to bring me a Scandalshipping fiction ever written other than Come What May, that is just as powerful…I am sorry, this is as powerful/strong as it could get.

And Sayonara…

Well, a couple of things to explain there too…

Why didn’t Yami choose to chuck Joey’s sorry ass in jail? Because it’s…Yami. He won’t do that to Joey, even if Joey humiliated him like that. That, and of course…being such a proud person, to have what happened publicized to so many people…and for God’s sake, he’s Seto Kaiba’s boyfriend…half the world will get to know. I think he prefers keeping it private, for his own sake, for Seto’s sake and perhaps lastly, for Joey’s sake.

I think Barbra was the one who asked this…not sure, I am unsteady right now XD – Why didn’t Seto and Yami tell the others about their relationship for so long? Well…it’s always better to have the least number of people knowing of it, especially if Joey and Seto had been together before…perhaps Yami knew that Joey will react badly…? That’s how I looked at it anyway.

How come Yami did not rave/freak-out/say no when Seto started touching him…sexually, at the end? Reason quite simple. Yami is not some..well, squeaky girl who got her ass grabbed in public, and he is aware that the person touching him at that time, is not Joey, the one who raped him. Seto gave Yami that quickie blowjob because, first, he wanted Yami to feel better, second, he wanted to prove to him that nothing changed between them at all, and third, he didn’t want the day, which was supposed to be special, to pass without them having sex/being intimate, at least once more. It was some sort of…comfort sex.

That aside…I am working on the new chapter for Vampires Will Never Hurt You, and working on a smut fic…

YESH! Finally, Yours To Hold, chapter 3 is up. you can find the link to the chapter under recent updates, or click HERE

Please don’t bash me for it XD

Okies, so the second chapter of the mer-folk fiction, Ocean of Tears, has been posted here, on FF.Net and on Fragile Balance. On FF.Net you will not find the explicit version (thank I do not wanna lose my home on ff.net), you will find it here. I must warn you, there is rape in that chapter and not just anything, but tentacle rape, so please consider the warning…poor Yami.

The link to the chapter can be found by the side under recent updates, or simply click HERE. Please do drop in your comments =)

Hi all…I’ve put up my one-shot Terra Incognita, up over here. It has a scene missing from the original version, so check it out.

Okay, no I am not dead XD although a lot who come here may have been wondering why I have not been posting anything ::sighs:: What to do? School, tests, never-satisfied teacher/parents, as well as trying to finish up a million updates for a lot of fictions. Gomenasai =)

Anyway, me will post some excerpts from some of the stuff I have been working on. So…

This is a part out of the first chapter of a two-shot I will be posting soon. The fic is called “There and Back Again”, and the first chapter is called “The Oath”

Stop! He reprimanded himself and blinked furiously, hating the pride-scarring sting he felt in the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t…wouldn’t allow himself to think that way about his cousin. And this was not for his, but for Seth’s sake, because, after speaking to Ishizu last week and after what she told him about what was bothering her, he knew that he could not avoid being alone right till the end of his days.

He was going to die. Very soon. And before he did, he had to face Seth in battle. If he was going to die then he will do it without getting himself and his cousin hurt first. Having those feelings for someone who most probably hated him so much that they will try to kill him soon enough. And not only that, it was…wrong. These types of feelings were not really forbidden in the Egyptian society, but they were frowned upon. It was alright for the Pharaoh to sleep with the pleasure slaves, men and women alike. It was alright for him to have entire harems composed of only males. But it was not alright to share those deep feelings he felt for Seth with another person of the same gender. It was not alright to have Seth by his side as a lover. As a concubine, Seth was more than welcome by the Egyptians to warm their Pharaoh’s bed, but as a lover…?

And by Ra…Seth was not his concubine. The word itself made him physically ill when he thought of Seth and it came to his mind.

But, Gods forgive him, it was so difficult. Seeing Seth walking around in the palace with those blue garments that signified his position as the chief High Priest. It was difficult to resist that mesmerizing lure of those cold, passionate blue eyes, which looked ten times more majestic than Atemu was used to them looking, because of the golden base of the blue headdress that covered the silky brown tresses of hair, which Atemu’s fingers tingled to run themselves through them, so many nights as he lay down on his golden bed in his chambers, going through one of countless sleepless nights. It was difficult…to long for something more than the countless scrolls he had to go over everyday, to ask for something more than the cold, professional treatment everyone around him gave him.

But he had to endure it with silence till the end. His dreams had to be stifled and his desires quenched. He had to carry on like he did for the past five years; he had to stay focused on what would give the Egyptian empire the glory, luxury and safety it deserved. He did not care if his taboo thoughts of his cousin had to be pushed down to the deepest, innermost part of his mind, and he did not care if he had to sacrifice his meager life. His country came first before him. His honor dictated thus.

He had to blink again and bite his lower lip as hard as he could. How shameful. The almighty Pharaoh crying…showing weakness. His hands tightened around the reins, until he could see his fingers turning a white color and feel his perfectly-trimmed fingernails digging into the skin of his palm.

He was so lost in the deep confinements of his thoughts and he never noticed as one of the bandits, while Mahado was trying to bind him, twisted out of the priest’s hold and sent him to the ground on his back with a groan. He didn’t notice the sudden alarm and panic running through the small group. He only became aware that the escapee had grabbed Mahado’s dagger and was heading towards him with it raised high, when he heard Seth’s strong voice calling out to him, “Atemu, look out.”

He blinked and stared at Seth, who was pulling the reins to make the horse turn to his direction and nudging the horse in the flanks. He frowned in confusion, and his eyes seemed to get locked on Seth’s terrified blue ones and a part of his mind wondered what was so urgent to have Seth dropping the official title to call him by his first name so casually in front of others. His breath fled him and he felt horrified at seeing such a horrible expression in Seth’s beautiful blue eyes. What was happening? What was making his cousin so upset? He could not tolerate the sight so he looked around to try and banish the reason for that expression that made his heart rise in his throat.

And when he turned, he saw others running towards him, and saw wide-eyed expressions of terror and panic and then…he saw the bandit, with his yellowish clothes and scarred face, disheveled hair and maddened brown eyes. And he saw the brief glint of the dagger. It was raised high and was descending towards his body.

He gasped, tried to dodge it by pulling the reins to start urging his horse to move away, but he knew he was too slow. He would never be able to move away in time. His hands tightened on the reins and he muttered a prayer to the Gods under his breath and hoped that the next person to take the throne after him would achieve what his absentmindedness made him fail to achieve.

::grins:: Yeah…you wanna know what happens, eh? I’ll leave you to your imaginations, as well as what you know I will make happen. ::laughs:: Me is sooo predicatble sometimes, it’s funny, lawl.

Next thing I was working on, is that threesome my dear wife, Hem Ntjr Seth, and her sister (my sis-in-law) Shadow Over Egypt, challenged me to write…here’s a tiny bit of it.

Surprising even himself, Bakura did not end up hurting Seto even though he could have and, with how he was usually, should have. But the gratitude that he did not end up with his mind banished to the Shadow Realm after Bakura had fucked him and made him enjoy it, did not help in the least to diminish the complete rage he felt at losing his control in this outrageous, unacceptable manner.

So when he woke up, to find himself in bed with a quite uncomfortable thing sticking in his side, which he later found out was Bakura’s elbow, and with certain parts of his body aching and others covered in rather interesting substances, he found it very soothing to grab Bakura by his mane of white hair and beat the crap out of him.

It was not that Bakura just let him do it. No, he started fighting back and they both ended up bleeding by the time Seto’s rage overrode Bakura’s irritation at being woken up so early and he got bored with fighting and was more interested in other things, since they were both so damn horny by the time Bakura stopped fighting back, it was unbelievable. Bakura found it extremely erotic to place his lips on top of the bleeding scratch he had given Seto’s shoulder with his ring and lap the blood up with his tongue. And Seto found it such a turn-on to have someone under his control like that, even if Bakura was more than capable of getting rid of him.

Ultimately, after Seto answered back to what Bakura had done to him the previous night by keeping him tied up to his bed under his mercy for two days to follow -not that Bakura really wanted to break free- their nightly trysts grew more frequent and passionate and challenging, as both simply could not accept being under another’s control. Bakura had a mad obsession with seeing/tasting Seto’s blood and Seto couldn’t get enough of that look of enraged pain in Bakura’s chocolate-brown eyes. But whichever way it went and whoever it was who controlled the other each of those nights, both woke up the next day immensely sated. Yes, both were twisted, they were aware of that. But they somehow managed not to turn whatever they shared together into something that destroyed them.

And then…Yami came into the picture. Two months after they had all returned from Egypt and a month and a half from when Bakura abducted Seto to the Shadow Realm. And with his arrival, they realized, although whatever they shared was greatly satisfying, that something was missing. Something extremely essential that neither of them could give the other, could not accept from one another. But with Yami…they could give it to him and receive it from him as well.

Yami…Seto had found him in the park. He was hurt. Why? He was trying to see what was inside one of the seesaws and ended up with a huge splinter from the broken, wooden game cutting his hand and a part of his arm. Seto was so amused after he asked for the reason Yami was sitting sprawled on the floor with the air of a kicked puppy, with his lower lip jutting out pathetically and with his large crimson eyes bright with tears of humiliation and pain and defeat that he couldn’t figure out what was inside the seesaw. He couldn’t help but grab the smaller teenager by the arm and drag him to his car to take him to the Mansion.

When Bakura had arrived that night, he was surprised to see Yami sitting down on the ground in front of a pair of headphones, prodding them carefully with the index finger of his arm, which was not wrapped in bandages and tucked protectively to his chest. After getting an explanation from Seto as to what the Pharaoh was doing there, Bakura swapped his surprise and slight resentment at having to wait a little longer before he and Seto got into bed, with interest and wickedness.

Poor Yami…Bakura told him ‘let’s play a game’ and, not being able to resist it when the Tomb Robber put it that way, Yami agreed immediately. He never knew that he became the chosen candidate to be Seto’s and Bakura’s new favorite doll, which they would lavish with attention, interest, and lots and lots of their evil, creative version of how ‘real’ games should be. Needless to say, the former Pharaoh had passed out from the overdose of stimulation being the center of attention of the crazy pair by the time they had ended their ‘game’.

::Grins again…:: Yeah, has plot…but will have lemon too…it will be called: “Maslow’s Heirarchy of Needs”.

Next is a Valentine’s Day fiction…which I am not too sure if I will complete it before Valentine’s Day…we’ll see though. It’s gonna be called “Sleepless Insanities” and the genre will be, after long while of not doing so, Humor/Romance.

Something collided with his ear.

He raised an eyebrow and raised a hand to his ear, while staring at the ground beside him to see the small chit that had hit his ear. He frowned heavily and glared behind him. There was only one person sitting behind him and that very same person was innocently staring with blue eyes at his notebook, while his hand moved to jot down notes about the depolarization of an axon in a nerve cell while the other hand calmly, harmlessly twirled a bang of brown hair around his fingers.

When Yami turned to him, Seto looked up and raised his eyebrows in askance.

Yami’s eyes narrowed and he turned around to face the blackboard.

A few minutes passed and then…THWACK! This time, the back of his neck stung and he stared down again to see an identical piece of paper lying on the floor beside him. He twirled around quickly while pursing his lips angrily and glaring at Seto. And once again, he found him looking calm, indifferent and seemingly unaware of what was going on.

“What!” he snapped at Yami with a whispered hiss.

“Stop throwing those stupid chits at me!” Yami whispered back venomously.

“I am not throwing anything at your highness, Pharaoh.” Seto evasively, disgustedly informed him.

Yami glared at him some more and turned around once again.

This time, less than a minute passed and again, Yami felt a slight, albeit extremely irritating, sting on the area beneath his ear high on his neck. He whipped around very quickly, to see Seto innocently doodling in his notebook. But this time, he had a slight, mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“I don’t like when single-celled organisms stare at me so much. I would appreciate it if you turned around and stopped annoying me,” Seto said with a slightly bored yawn. Yami’s eyebrow twitched, before Seto frowned in irritation, and waved his hand and muttered, “My goodness…seems like I forgot that single-celled organisms cannot understand a lot. Do I have to draw it for you on a piece of paper, Yami? Stop staring at me.”

Yami turned back around and clenched his hands into fists and tried to pay attention to the lesson. A few minutes passed and no randomly flying objects collided with him, so he forgot all about it and sat in an unusual, subdued silence, taking down notes and decided to give their elderly biology teacher a break from his pranks today. He was feeling tired and he really did not want to think of something. He was really sleep-deprived. And antsy and restless and there was a dull ache developing behind his eyes.

Which was why, when there was another faint whoosh, followed by a slight sting on his, he banged his fists on the table and he cried, while pushing the chair back with a loud screech so he could get up, “AHHH! THIS IS IT! YOU WANNA PLAY THROWING THINGS AT ONE ANOTHER? FINE!”

The whole class flinched in surprise and looked at him, as he turned around to glare at Seto. “Mr. Motou, what an extremely…” the elderly teacher started protesting at Yami’s shouting and obvious violence, before he stopped and, like everyone else in class, opened his mouth in shock at what Yami did next.

Yeah…that’s it for now. I am working on the new chapter of Ocean of Tears….so me is quite busy. Updates will be there soon. ::super Hathor mode::

Hey all!

I added a new fiction today here…called Ocean Of Tears…dedicated to RiYuYami. It is, as I have mentioned a while ago, a mermaid fic XD (Yeah, I know).

You’ll find it under the In-Progress list of fics. Warnings are “tentacle rape”…

Tomorrow is school…:’( and I have a headache ::crying…::

Okies, so I added a new one-shot today, called Ambrosia. It is…Pride..and a lemon piece. But the characters involved are Zero (From Vampire Knight) and Yami. Don’t worry, though..I am a prideshipper ::grins:: So the fic is prideshipping in the end.

Anyway, please read the acknowledgements at the bottom. And please note that ithas a M-rating, for adult themes, explicit sexual situations, M/M sex, slight bondage, blood and violence.

Don’t say you haven’t been warned…and yeah, I’ll add some links to my YGO readers who do not watch Vampire Knight to explain who’s who and all…

Ja ne…

Finally, I have gotten around to add the second chapter which I finished like…a million years ago. Anyway, if you clickie on the link to the fic under ‘In Progress’ you’ll find the link taking you to the update.

Enjoy it…and leave a comment or two if you did =)

EDIT: I added the second part in the Redemption Series, Taking Over Me…

Hi everyone!

A big, big, Happy New Year greeting from me. I wish you get all you want and have a year full of happiness and prosperity and Yami and Seto goodness and the whole nine yards! ::huggles everyone and hands out pieces of cake::

Most recent news on my fics, as I am posting something. I have started the new chapter of Fields of Innocence, as well as the new chapter of Leave Out All The Rest. The vampire fic’s chapter 3 has been completed and sent off to get beta-ed and I am currently working on something that I doubt anyone else worked on before, which is a Zero Kiryuu (From VK)/ Yami lemon one-shot.

Wish me luck, people…

Happy new year again, everyone…

Right, so it is, as mentioned, 2:49 AM…I am falling asleep on the laptop’s keyboard, but I am here to ramble one last time before sleeping. I have finished about 5 paragraphs (accomplished, I feel…) of a fic for my dear RiRi (RiYuYami, if you’re wondering).

And I cannot believe I am going to write a mer-person Yami >.<

Anyway, the genres for that will be angst, hurt/comfort/supernatural(duh)/romance…it will have weird stuff, trust me…I swear, RiRi is just very sweet. Tomorrow, when I am sobre, I’ll put in a link to her fan art (she is drawing scenes out of Fragile Balance::.dances!:: )

That’s it…and oh, btw…the fic wil be called Ocean of Tears ::dies at her own sappiness…::

Okay, so I decided to prove that I am really working on the fics, and not just doing nothing. So here’s a small excerpt of Yours To Hold’s new chapter (which I finished, btw and am waiting for the third chapter to finish before posting the entire thing together):

She hadn’t had the chance to go to Japan until…almost a year later. She was so guilty about that, because, if it had been in her hands, she would have booked a ticket and flew to Japan the very next day she knew about what happened from Joey. But, life got in the way and she found that, although she thought daily about the formerly-happy and currently-wretched couple back in Domino, she could not get her hands on some free time for them.

But she eventually found the essential time and she was currently standing with the group of her friends that she missed so much. She wasn’t too taken aback by seeing Téa and Yugi holding hands. Yugi seemed a bit taller and that soft roundness of his eyes disappeared and he looked more mature, hardened by a big amount of sadness in a very short while.

Tristan and Téa looked solemn and quiet as well, but the one who really amazed Mai was Joey. He was mostly quiet and he no longer acted like a dork like he usually did. e looked maturer  currently-wretched couple back in DomHe was mostly quiet and he no longer acted like a dork like he usually did. Calm, prudent and oh my god, did he decline the offer that they go to Burger World before they go to the Kaiba Mansion to visit Yami?

She was impressed. Finally, Joey managed to impress her and it was obvious that he was not even trying to do it at all anymore. She didn’t even bother to glare at him when he took her hand hesitantly as the group walked towards the Kaiba Mansion. She wanted him to do that.

She was dreading the moment she confronted Yami…or whatever was left of him, according to the others’ description. But, oddly enough, she found a deep sense of comfort in feeling Joey’s slightly-calloused hand wrapped gently yet securely around hers. She kept stealing glances at him and only now realized how much taller he really was than her, because she had taken off her high-heeled boots and traded them for a pair of azure ballerina shoes that matched the simple pair of jeans she wore and the gray polo shirt she had on. She smiled and put her eyes on the road ahead, knowing that she now had someone to target and trap in her nets.

See, seeeeee! I am doing it.

::”Shut up, Hathor.”::

Okay, Yami. Oh and btw, I archived Faint and names the triology Redemption, because, in my opinion, throughout the three parts, or at leats in Faint and Taking Over Me, Seto was trying to redeem his mistakes with Yami.

Anyway, I’ll stop rambling and go finish revising the chapter and start the new one.

Yes, finally, I have finished the Advanced Subsidiary part of my A-Levels today. We had a chemistry exam…two, actually. And…I think I have done a good job. ::does a little dance!::

Anyway, news on my fics is that I am about…a page and a half through with the new and last chapter of Yours To Hold. The Vampire fic’s third chapter is still…on page three ::cowers slightly:: Say It Isn’t So, has about…3 pages done…

I will start working on new chapters for all of my fics…so that, as I had been planning, I will have all of them updated by one or two chapters before the vacation ends.

Wish me luck, eh?

Okie, dokie! So I have put up a new fic. It will most probably be a 2-shot, but I am not sure..I’ll see. You’ll find it under the In Progress fictions on the navbar on the left. Try and leave a comment or something. I’d love that, trust me…

Okay, so I archived Leave Out All The Rest under the In Progress fictions. I hope when I come back tonight I will have time to add Sanctuary ::shudders at mentioning of that fic:: MAAAJJJOOORRRR Writer block there. ::sighs::

I am hungry.

Hey all…again…two posts in one day. I don’t have a life, do I? ::Yami shakes his head, no:: Oright, I already knew that.

Okay, so I was wandering around the streets of YouTube, sniffing alleyways and boulevards for pridey videos and…I found some nice ones. The first one of those, you’ll see that you can relate it to my one-shot, Home. Well, I got inspired to write that one-shot because of that AMV.

Anyway, here we go:

This video is plain amazing, in my opinion. It is very convincing, all the scenes that were put in are pure prideshipping, the scenes go with the lyrics ANNNNDDDD! It has my favorite scene in it, which is the one in the Doma Arc, where Seto ::sniffles, poor sweetie!:: is attacked by that monster! Dartz. MANNN! I hate Dartz!

Okay this one…well, it is not as great as the one above it, but I liked it a lot. A lot of pridey scenes, and oh. my. GAWD! There was this scene, where Atem/Yami, is looking away from Seth and staring at Seto and I went ::FAN-GIRL-SQUEAAAAAL:: Soooo Pridey! And moreover, I am eternally in love with ALL of Staind’s songs…

Oh FUUUUUUUUU….DGE! This is AWESOME! Although I never understood what the words of the song were, but OH MY GOOOOD! So amazingly done and put together. Reeks prideshipping. I rated it +5!

I will only ask you to watch this…just watch it. This is one of the best out there. It is AMAZING! The person who made it managed to combine DJ pics, scenes from the show, as well as Fan Art to create such a wonderful, wonderful video. It is just amazing.

I will willingly disregard how the end song in this AMV belonged to Simple Plan ::shudders violently:: And will only say that this is a really nice Pridey vid as well.

This isn’t a pridey vid, but wth…It is display of pure art and professionalism. HemNtjrSeth (my wife ::.dabs eyes in pride:: ) really shows how much of an artist she really is. This is how great she is. This looks as though it was made by some professional ads company instead of only a fan…but then again, Seth is not just a fan, is she? I love you, Baby.

And this is it for now…I am working on chapter three of the new fiction right now. Mina still didn’t send me her feedback, but that is oright. ::although getting worried because that SHOULD mean she found lots of yucky things ::

Here’s a small excerpt from it:

Just moments ago, back beside the building, he was feeling so terrified of Seto, as though the brunet was some sort of a scary monster that was about to murder or…as childish as that sounded, eat him.

Yet, in the very small time span in which Seto carried him so tenderly in his arms back to the black limousine which was parked right in front of the medicine faculty’s building, his feelings totally changed from terrified and tipsy to calm, peaceful and plain warm and relaxed.

Pained as though he got a herd of bulls trampling over him repeatedly for hours, as well.

Seto’s face looked calm and unruffled, as he leaned over him and carefully examined the back of his head with his long, slender fingers sliding gently against his scalp, checking for protrusions or any bruises. Yami closed his eyes and let his head fall forward so that his forehead rested against Seto’s shoulder, which was currently looking very inviting and comfortable to lean against. He stayed still and let Seto do his thing…whatever it was, since his touch was becoming more soothing than searching as it touched him.

this is all, I could not archive any of my fics today, sorry about that. I hope tomorrow I don’t get too busy as well =)

Okay, so I have archived some more of my fics…well, not some more…just two more. The Basement, is complete and is the prequel of Pandora’s Box…which was also archived under the In Progress fictions… I also put in a section about me…hehe…narcissistic airhead I am, eh? Niiiiice. Productive, don’t you think?

::”Not…”::

Shut up, Yami.

Anyway, that aside…me is feeling like trash. I have done something horrible yesterday and got someone who is sooooo amazing to pissed at me, because I was a stupid bitch. Yes, I’m a whore as my beloved reviewer said I am ::crying::.

That person said that they were not mad anymore, but…I still feel guilty. ::Big sigh:: I couldn’t write anything today because of that. Which was why I worked on archiving those two fics today.

Anyway, I have a couple of new pictures as well:

Awww, how cute..Seto reading and Yami chilling out beside him.

OMG! This picture is the basis of the ENTIRE pairing.

And this one is the basis of all scandalshipping-related stuff...::lame::

And this is plain sexy...::nosebleed::

.......::no comment::

AHHHH! SUPER SEXYYYY! I wanted to include a scene like that in Safe Place...::thinks of continuing story::

Well...Yami looks like a girl here ::thoughtful:: My eyes look like that when I put kohl....::snort:: Shut up, Seto!

Okay, I guess this is it for now… Ja ne…