Christmas scraps

When I write my fiction, I have a really speciall way of doing so, as to which Onee-chan can attest. I write a number of lines/a page on one story, then I switch. I write the same number of lines on the next story, then I switch again. Sometimes when starting a new writing pad, I decide a theme or a number of stories to write in it. 22 is the highest number of stories i had going in the same pad. Yes, I'm spacy that way. Christmas Eve, I took five new pads, three small, thin things, and two thick, with 12 tabs in each. One of the 12-tab pads will be dedicated to Onee-chans Final Fantasy love couples, the other to my very own creations, if I have 12 of those, if not, I'll throw in some fanfiction, we'll see.

Ok, so without further ado, the scraps of stories I wrote over Christmas:

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Takashi sat by one of the windows in the little cottage he shared with his husbands. He was caring for his bow and arrows, feeling the knot in his stomach grow larger. Tomorrow was the last hunt before the Burrowing, and this year's last hunt was crucial. All autumn the 15 hunters hadn't felled anything other than small game, not even enough to feed a single household, and far from satisfying the Lots. Unless they felled 5 elks tomorrow, their village would go all winter without meat. Even if they felled 5 elks, the meat would never be enough for them all after they had paid the Lots. A mammoth, Takashi though dreammily. That's what we need. Just a small one, just enough to pay the lots and feed us through the winter.
                 The door opened. Kei and Jun came in. Jun was holding his hands up to his mouth, he was cold. Sweet, gentle Jun, he had all the characteristics of a child bearer. Kei led Jun over to their fireplace.
"Now you stand still here until I've warmed the bed", said Kei sternly.
                 Jun nodded. Kei busied himself with the bed, making room for the heating stones.
"What happened" asked Takashi.
"Your husband got the clever idea to rescue rodents out of ice cold streams", answered Kei, sounding cross.
                  Takashi put away the bow and walked over to Jun, embraced him and took his icy hands.
"Is that true?"
                   Jun shook his head. Kei glared at him as he took the heating stones from the fire.
"It wasn't a rodent", Jun said innocently. "It was a squirrel."
"How silly of me to mistake a squirrel for a rodent."
                  Kei sounded really annoyed. Takashi knew why. Kei was annoyed for the same reason Takashi worried so much for the hunt. Still holding on to Jun's hands with one hand, Takashi let his other hand come to rest on Jun's belly.
"I know you are the kindest, gentlest, most loving being on this earth", he said."But you have to be careful. I don't want you to jeopardize yourself or our litter."
                  Jun sighed and freed himself from his husband. He loved and hated being pregnant. He loved the thought of being a child bearer, that he were to give Kei and Takashi, and their village, pups, but he hated the Lots. Now more than ever.
"We're not going to keep them, are we", he said quietly.
                 Neither Kei nor Takashi answered. They knew that the likelihood of getting to keep a pup was slim to none. A child bearer had, in his or her lifetime, an average of 3 litters of 1-6 pups, although most litters were 2-3 pups. And before they could keep a pup, they had to pay the Lots. 1 to the State, 1 to the Nobility, 1 to the Magistry, 1 to the Clergy and 1 to the grave. Their custom and their curse. Jun walked over to the bed and started to try to undress but his hands were so cold they hurt and he couldn't hold anything. He sobbed. Cautiously, Kei put his arms around Jun.
"Probably not", he said. "I don't know how many pups you're carrying. But next summer, after your body has recovered, we'll hurry and make more pups."

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"Michael!"

          The four-year-old boy spun around. He waved at his father. 

"Don't disappear on me", the father said.
"Dad", said the child, stomping his little foot. "I want to go on the tour!"
          Michael's father waved his son over, crouched down and hugged him.
"I know", he said. "And I let you. Just be careful so you don't get away from the group, ok?"
          Michael nodded.
"I love you", Michael's father said and kissed him on the cheek. "Have fun."
          Michael ran off towards the kids tour group  One of the guides tool his hand and they followed the other kids and guides through the doors to the vista level.
"He can't be yours, you're way to young."
          The young man who had a son named Michael straightened. A man his own age wearing clothes identifying him as an off-duty marine serving on this new Luna base, stood leaning on the rail by the panorama window.
"He is", came the answer.
            The marine smiled.
"Michael's father is a handsome guy", he said. "Does he have a name?"
"James", Michael's father said hesitantly. "James Shepard. Are you flirting with me?"
"Well", the marine laughed. "If you need to ask I'm obviously not good at it. And, yes."
"You'd flirt with a guy you know have a son? Wouldn't that be a tell-tale sign that guy has a woman in his life?"
            The marine smiled widely.
"I take my chances."
            James Shepard smiled and put on an air of appreciation.
"It's been a while since any guy flirted with me", he said. "Most guys back away quickly when they realize i have a kid."
          The marine shook his head.
"As handsome as you are, I wouldn't care. In fact, I don't."
          James found he enjoyed this. As he had said, he didn't often meet guys who didn't care if he had a son. Even if this was just light flirting, he enjoyed the attention.
"So, marine", he said. "You know my name..."
"Emilio Cortez", the marine said willingly. "I'm stationed here, but I'm off duty. How did you identify me as a marine?"

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"Vrook, can I sleep in your tent tonight?"

          Vrook looked up. The question had come from nowhere, even though they were in love with each other, the had not yet taken that step. Issä hadn't shown any such tendencies before. Vrook welcomed it. 

"Of course", he said. "If you wish."

          Issä nodded. He couldn't really explain to himself why he had this rather sudden desire. True, he was in love with this Grey Warden. This tall, handsome, rugged, dark-haired, grey-eyed, rough-mannered yet incredibly kind and noble man. Still... Confused even by his own request, Issä walked into the tent. He sank down and hid his face in his hand . Was he casting Faye's memory and love aside for another man? It had been a year since Faye was killed by those foul creatures, months since since Issä stopped crying, yet now, the grief welled up inside him again. He could not stop the tears.

          Vrook came into the tent only minutes later. Issä was ashamed and he felt a stab of guilt. He tried to hide his tears. 

"It's all right", said Vrook, sitting down beside Issä. "You cry as much as you need." 

"But it's not fair", sobbed Issä. "It's not fair, I'm supposed to be your lover now. Faye is..."

          Issä broke down into sobs, feeling more confused than ever. Vrook stroke his back. 

"I can never take Faye away from you", he said. "He's part of you, and I can never take his place, nor do I want to. You will always love him."

"But I want to love you."

"You do. I can feel it. Keep him in your heart. Remember him. But love me here and now."

          Issä nodded. It felt a little clearer now. 

"I want to sleep close to you tonight", he muttered.

"You will", Vrook promised. "I'll keep you close."

          Issä got himself ready for bed. 

"The others we're meeting", he asked. "Who are they?" 

          Vrook tilted his head thoughtfully. 

"Cri'il and Sylon. They are wardens. Ella is... I'm not sure what Ella is, but she is handy with a blade and she never needed keys to open locks. Col and Anders are mages, and Megan is an archer and historian." 

          Issä crawled down among the blankets and fur.

"I know all that", he said. "I meant what kind of people are they?"

          Vrook thoughtfully folded up his shirt.

"I'm not sure", he said. "Ella is a great, albeit fickle, woman. But she is a friend, a loyal friend. I've known her for 20 years. Col is also a good friend. Likes to hear himself talk. But he has some great stories to tell, so that's ok. Sylon I've only met on a couple of gatherings in Weisshaupt. He has authority enough, seems like an efficient bastard. Megan and Cri'il I've only met the one time, when planning this little excursion. Anders... well, there are rumors about Anders. He won't talk about them. He won't talk at all, as a matter of fact, so I know nothing about him. But he is a good listener and he can show some great bit of magic when necessary."

           Vrook came down among the blankets, found Issä and pulled him close. 

"So", said Issä quietly. "Good men and women, all handy in a tight spot. Where do I fit in?"

          Vrook smiled wryly. 

"You fit in my bed", he said. "But I also hope Col or Anders might be able to help you."

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"Tadaima"!

"Okaerinasai, Aito."

          Sora grabbed Aito and kissed him,

"I thought you'd be in bed", said Aito puzzled.

          Sora walked back into the apartment, grabbed his tea cup.

"I was lonely, so I couldn't sleep. Besides, the kiddies are loud." He scowled at the four 8-year-old boys by the media station. They were playing video games. Apparently, Takashiro had been allowed to bring friends over.

"Where is Kana", asked Aito. "And Yuu?

          Sora shrugged.

"Yuu is in the kitchen", he said. "And Kana's not home yet. You don't bother asking for Hanako?"

"Saw her in the park. Talked to Ima's mom."

          Sora sighed deeply and made a sweeping gesture.

"Well, what do I know", he said, quite dramatically. "I'm just a lowly interior designer with a headache."

          He stalked into the bedroom and closed the door. Deflated, Aito sat down in one of the armchairs in the living room.

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Mako was walking up the road into town with xie's basket full of early spring herbs. Four months ago, in the dead of winter, xie had come here with xie's husband. This town was where Jaq Salim had grown up and learned his trade, and as Mako had grown up in a school on the countryside, with no parents and no last name,  it was natural that they moved close to Jaq's parents when Mako became Mako dal Salim. During those four months, Mako had learned to be the keeper of xie's home and family, gotten to know the in-lawed family, Jaq had both brothers and sisters, as well as parents, gotten to know the town and its surroundings. The town was very small, it had only one market square and only one market street. but it had 8  inns, one on each road out of town, and all 36 gods and goddesses had places where you could worship them. This was, after all, a market town, a lot of trade came through here. No wonder Jaq and his family were doing good business.

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Snow Villiers stood gazing out through the living room window. Caius Ballad was pacing, slowly, between same window and the window in the kitchen, Hope Estheim sat by the living room table, trying to study. Oerba Yun Fang sat in the couch, trying to stay awake. Beside her sat Lightning Ferron, staring at the clock. It was almost four in the morning and they were all waiting. The only ones who were asleep, and thankfully had slept all night, were the girls, 9-year-old Vanille, 7-year-old Serah and 4-year-old Yuel. 

"Shouldn't everyone who actually have a job to go to in the morning get to bed", asked Snow. "You don't have to wait up, you know."

           Fang stretched and yawned.

"You're not the only one who worries, you know", she said. "The way he took of last night..."

          Snow shuddered. Last night, his lover, Caius' brother, Noel had stormed off in a fit of panic-fueled anger. 

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The Shinra Company Headquarters lay like a glittering jewel in an oasis of fountains and greenery in the otherwise drought-stricken Midgaar. This was just about the only part of the city that had water right now, but then, this place was for the elite, and their serfs. 

          One such serf stood watching the lines of people from sector 7 who had come in hopes of being lucky enough to get some of the 74000 liters of water that Shinra Company so graciously bestowed upon the needy. Cloud Strife was not pleased. As a member of Shinras elite force SOLDIER he ached for some real work. It was his fourth day on water watch, and that, to him, was a waste of his talents. He knew he was being punished, but he didn't know what for.

          He felt a sharp tap on his shoulder. 

"What did you do to get pushed down to line guard?"

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Hobbits and elves and dwarves.... oh, my!

Yeah, I saw it. I did. Not in 3D, though, my eyes can't handle 3D. And no, I didn't discover that two weeks ago.... I've known it for years. I avoid 3D movies as much as I can.

Anywho, here it is. The Hobbit: There and back again.... no, wait, that's the book. The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey. That's the first movie of two.... or three... nah, two.... NO! THREE! NO MORE ARGUING! Have to make three movies, because it makes more money..... wait, scratch that, that doesn't sound good in a press release.... Because the fans what it! No, that's not true, the fans were already cautious when we said two movies.... Hmm.... because we want to get a bit of the Silmarillion and Book of lost tales and the others into the movie! That's it, the fans wants Silmarillion to be adapted to the big screen! And it will look good with three big boxes next to the three big boxes of  The Lord of the Rings. Yup, that sounds good....

Ok, ok, I'm just poking fun. I don't know how they were thinking, all I do know is that the fans have been waiting for 10 years. And here it is. And I saw it. And here's what I though about it:

Music; enthralling. Visuals (without 3D): stunning. Actors: great, mostly. Pacing: on point... mostly.

The first thing I though about the hobbit was negative. The prologue about the dwarves were..... not bad, but felt really misplaced and why is Bilbo narrating it? Should have been Balin or someone. It is hard here not to draw the parallel to the Fellowship. Some people hate the prologue, some love it, I... like it, that prologue didn't feel out of place and Galadriel narrating feels appropriate. Bilbo narrating the rise and fall of the Dwarves just feels... irksome  Adding to it that it feels badly paced in a way I cant really describe makes it feel....I don't know. Crammed into a corner and forgotten until 2 days before release when someone found it and threw it in where it didn't belong. I wish one of the dwarves had told it at the gathering in Bag End.

Moving on to the prologue with Bilbo and Frodo. This is where the movie should have started. In a hole on the ground, just like the book. Elijah Wood seems to have outgrown Frodo, but only just. It bothered me a few minutes, but was then forgotten. This part was just what this movie needed as a starting point, with great nods to the Fellowship. Let's jump down into the rabbit hole.

So then we meet a 60 years younger Bilbo  sitting in front of his house smoking his pipe when Gandalf shows up and recruits him to an adventure. The part when the dwarves show up is a little too fast-paced, as if they are afraid to linger on any of them, or Bilbo for that matter. But both songs are there, and that I love. Unfortunately, the best line in the song when the dwarves clear out the dishes disappeared in production or something. They get to "that's what Bilbo Baggins hates", but the last line; "so carefully, carefully with the plates" IS the line where you kind of draw breath, sigh of relief and is sure they were teasing the poor hobbit all along. That line should have been there....

Off to the Adventure! Let's go get that treasure. In the book, it is the treasure they seem to be interested in, at least that is my impression. The Arkenstone more than anything  In the movie, it seems to be more about reclaiming the homeland. Between Hobbiton and Rivendell Bilbo and the 13 dwarves and 1 wizard meet 3 mountain trolls, 1 dotty wizard and a pack of orcs. The trolls are great, right out of the book, but the gag of how Bilbo is discovered is NOT funny. Jokes with bodily fluids is, in my humble opinion, for kids under the age of 5.... They should have kept the books solution. Next on the scene is Radagast the brown. Just like Gandalf the grey, he is a wizard. What is it with wizards and colors? I must say, this was never my vision of Radagast. My own personal vision of Radagast has always been more like Aragorn, only a wizard and surrounded by animals. Maybe that's the romantic in me. This Radagast is.... kinda cute. It's your dotty old grandfather that you love and want to take care of now, when he's old and has a foggy grasp on the world. The encounter with Radagast doesn't feel like it's been crow-bared in there, unlike the orcs. THEY feel like they've been thrown in to get a chase scene and to force the dwarves where they don't wan't to go. The enmity between dwarves and elves are played up a lot from the beginning  Why Thorin is so pissed with the Quenian elves of Rivendell, I don't really get. It's the Sindari and their king Thraduil (father of one Greenleaf Greenleaf.... ehm, I mean.... Legolas Greenleaf....) who stood them up. But, I guess dwarves are like everyone else. Elves are elves to them, just like dwarves are dwarves to the Elves.... Anywho, the dwarves, Bilbo and Gandalf end up in the valley of waters and the Last Homely House, where Lindir, of all Elves (who actually appeared in the book The Fellowship of the Ring for like 2 pages, never to be heard of again until I started writing yaoi fanfiction about him) greet them and says Elrond isn't home. Buuuut..... it takes only about 50 seconds for Elrond to come home, riding a horse, sporting shining, sexy armor. *Fangirl death.* And then they do what hobbits like to do. Eat, drink and talk. A LOT! Gandalf has a little meeting with Elrond, Saruman and Galadriel, the latter whom seems to be there as astral projection or something. This scene feels a bit forced, I can't really say why. Maybe it has more to do with my wanting the story to be about Bilbo, so, let's jump-start that part again. After some arguing about an old map, Elrond sends the dwarves and Bilbo on their merry way again, or, actually, the dwarves sneak off and leaves Bilbo behind, but the hobbit catches up with them and they're off. Off into mountains with stone giants and thunder storms and an underground kingdom with goblins. The goblin king is big and ugly and makes me think about how Shrek would be if he was evil. The goblin king, again, not what I expected. I pictured him like a small, conniving little.... yeah, a little like Gollum, actually, like they were cousins or something.

Speaking about Gollum..... There are some discrepancies between this scene and the one in the prologue of the Fellowship, but who cares? It's the Riddle Scene, the one everyone wanted to see. Maybe it's just me, but there seems to be little to no suspense in this scene. They could have played this up a bit, I think  Taken it slower, made it seem harder, both for Bilbo and Gollum. Especially the 5th riddle which Bilbo in the book answers more or less accidentally.  Anywho....

A bit later, the movie fans who doesn't read books get the explanation as to why the people in Lord of the ring is going on about eagles all the time. And then.... the movie ends. It is a good place to end the movie. Bilbo and the dwarves are over the Misty Mountains, now they can actually see the Lonely Mountain in the distance. The end.... for now.....

Seeing as they are already halfway through the book,  I do feel a bit skeptical as to how they're gong to manage 2 more movies. Brilliant or catastrophe, we'll see. One year from now...  I dread the encounter with Beorn, as I have a hard time imagining that actor as Beorn. I want to see Mirkwood, hopefully it's not confusingly like the forest in Harry Potter. Dark forest + giant spiders could get harmfully close to one another. (Besides, who is it crying plagiarism every time someone says "wizard"?) The glimpse we got of King Thranduil had me thinking he seemed well-cast, looks-wise. How he will look next to his son, we'll see.

Until next move's out, I'll say no more...

Assassin's Creed III is aws.... ehum.... well....

Ok, first of all: I haven't played it all, yet. I've only played about 15 hours. So I'm not 1000% sure, but here are my first impressions:

So, starting out, I was exited, but only kinda. Revolutionary war, not really my thing. I have a hard time caring about it, maybe because I'm not american. I do care about the people that it affected, be they English  French or native american, but the war as such wasn't all that interesting, at least not when I read about it in school. That being said, I can confirm that my expectations for this game were.... not low, per se, but not high either.

Ok, so enter Desmond Miles, the descendant of the Assassins who apparently is the only one who can do this. Exactly what "this" is, I don't really know. Wield the piece of Eden? Go into the Animus to "visit" with the ancestors? Why can't his father William Miles do that? Give Desmond a break? I don't know. Maybe it's Desmond's mothers line. So why can't she do it? Can you only visit someone of your own gender? That has to be it....

Desmond and his little crew of helpers..... and his father.... set up shop in a temple of some sort when Desmond..... yeah.... collapses again.... (sung that song last time around). Their solution to his collapse? Plug him into the Animus! Brilliant, then he can be collapsed and save the world at the same time. This time around he wakes up again, though, and is able to communicate with Rebecca, Shaun and Bill. Even gets out of the animus some times.

The temple seems to be harboring old roman gods. Juno to be exact. She starts sending Desmond, and Shaun, e-mails. Creepy. Desmond & Co also go out for a little adventure during the hours I've played, up until and halfway through sequence 6. Climbing skyscrapers in NYC on the outside? Much scarier than climbing the towers in Florence.....

Well, that's Desmond. What about Connor, the real assassin of the game? Let's head back to the Animus and and the 18th century! And there he is, Connor! I mean... Haytham.... Haytam Kenway! Who the HELL is Haytam Kenway???? What did I miss? Ok, I guess I'll just... listen to..... *voice actor-fangirl mode activated!* That guy that Haytham is talking to... or rather the other way around ... sounds so familiar ..... OMG! It's Gideon Emery! *squeals like a 12-year-old girl.* Moving on.... *deep breath*. So, on to a ship we go and leave tho old world behind for a New World! And I still don't know who this guy I'm playing with is. After some thinking I decide that it must be Connors father of mentor or something, taking the Creed to the new world.

After having spent about 3 hours with Haytham and his mates in Boston, trying out the new controls and menus and stuff (this is basically a tutorial), the games biggest WTF-moment happens. I don't expect them to top that. It's so wierd, even Desmond comments it with a WTF? And when the game itself does that, it's something done right.

Next push. Boston have been left behind for the great frontier and the home of the woman Haytham met and helped. And got help from. And.... laid......  Kaniethí:io (the woman) now have a boy! The boy Ratonhnhaké:ton runs around the forest and plays with his friends and.... wait..... I'm STILL waiting to meet Connor..... I don't care about this boy....... well, I do care a little, because I'm 90% sure this IS Connor. What I don't care about is his frolicking in the woods with his friends playing hide-and-seek. It's not fun, it's not cute, it's tedious and boring. Fast-forwarding a few years and we get a lesson in hunting. Ok, nice, probably something we could do on the frontier. Still... no assassins.....But here we get an up in pacing. It doesn't take all that long until Ratonhnhaké:ton gets whisked away from the frontier and to Davenport and Achilles Davenport, who is house-sitting for the Assassins. Ratonhnhaké:ton actually gets in the door more by his own stubbornness than anything else. It is now, almost 6 hours into the game, that he adopts the name Connor.

After this, not much happens. I do some exploring, repeat a couple of missions to try and figure out what the heck i'm doing. .. Spend a few minutes on a ship, which at first is nice, but swiftly gets confusing and repetitive  I send out a convoy for trading (this games equivalent to the last few games opening shops, I guess), but that is a bust, the convoy is attacked and i don't get what i should do about it. Should I do anything? Is the convoy lost forever? I don't get it, it's still there, in the trading menu, but all it says is "attacked", and nothing more. If it is lost, shouldn't it disappear after a while? Like when the next sequence starts? It doesn't, and I sit there staring at it in the interface, getting more and more frustrated. Oh, well.... lets go and.... and..... That's another thing about this game. i'm not sure what to do sometimes  And that's a problem. Should I move on in the story? Should I do some exploring? Where do I buy new shots for my pistol, arrows for my bow, snares, poison darts, can i buy medicine to help me survive encounters with Templars?  Are the Redcoats templars? Or are they just.... Redcoats? Where am I supposed to be going? Why am I supposed to go there? And why can I climb and travel the canopy? Ok, sure I get that, but why can I only do so for a few meters? then I'm forced back to the ground and to find another tree where I can start on the next leg through the frontier to my goal.

After about 15 hours of gameplay, I have come to a handful of conclusions. 1: I love Gideon Emery's voice. (Please, please, please, never stop with the voice acting, Gideon.) 2: The main game is unintuitive and tedious. 3: The parts where you are Desmond, out of the animus and in the present, feels more urgent and things seems to be moving, unlike the very slow pace of what I've played of the main game. In the other games it felt like the other way around, or, at it's best, both parts felt just as important and urgent as the other. 4: Connor. He seems... boring... and, what is almost worse: bored. Maybe this is a design flaw, maybe it's the voice acting, but this guy doesn't seem to care. The kid and teenage Connor was a little more engaging, but.....

Connor did not inspire this Yaoi fan girl to any fan fiction, which is BAD. So far, Assassin's Creed has inspired fan fiction about Altair + 1(own invention), Ezio + 1(own invention), Desmond + Shaun (actually not until Revelations, for some reason), I'm wondering who Bills secret male lover is, Haytham Kenway inspired me, but Connor..... Hell, Achilles Davenport is more interesting, as a man and as a yaoi ispiration. Hah, even the crazy butcher is more interesting.

I will not give up on this game, but for now, that's only because I want to know what's going on with Desmond and the secret temple and all that. Hopefully Connor and his story will pick up, and get more interesting  We'll see, maybe I can revise this once I've finished the game. Until then.....

Countdown to Christmas: 13 days left

Today, the FF7 girls dropped by....

Countdown to Christmas: 14 days left

I wish I could draw. I can't. So I mess around with pictures in Photoshop, instead. While I was playing around, the FF Crews decided to say Merry Christmas!

Snow, more snow, Snow and Gravitation.....

It's snowing in Stockholm. It's been snowing in Stockholm for a week. During this week, SL, the local public transportation, has been having trouble with trains not running, buses having no streets to travel on because they have disappeared in snow, and all their 700000 travelers have been angry and late and cold and..... Every year, people complain that SL can't learn that winter comes, every year. Well, apparently, neither can anyone else.

Personally, I love snow and winter. Stockholm has barely 7 hours of daylight in winter, and if there is no snow, it's very dark and dull. I'm not afraid of going out at night, especially not since I have a black, scraggly dog at my side, but still the thoughts creep up on me when it's winter and no snow. Snow = light = nothing will happen. And yes, it's cold. -9C. That is.... about 16F. Don't forget to dress the kids properly. I was walking the dog today, and saw a girl, maybe 8-9, she was wearing NOTHING! Or, well, she was wearing a skirt and sneakers and a denim jacket. Hope she wasn't going far.....


Talking about snow, this is my favorite kind:

He's so going into a yaoi. I'm working on 32 yaoi stories for my Onee-chan featuring all the Final Fantasy boys. Just for fun once, we sat talking about it (I was more or less introducing her to Final Fantasy) and she took to pairing them all up, mostly after looks. Snow is paired up with:

I think they can have fun together. And besides, Onee-chan is right: Serah? Next to Snow SHE LOOKS LIKE A TWELVE YEAR-OLD! I know, I know, Japanese aesthetics  but still.... Final Fantasy also gave me my first ever Yuri couple:


















I know, officially, Fang is with Vanille, but fan fiction has no limitations.


I have had some fun with what i call "out of context yaoi". You know, those sometimes great, sometimes awkward moments that COULD be yaoi, but isn't. Moments like this:

Gravitation. Most of my friends' first Yaoi encounter. And the source of my first yaoi recipe. I will publish the recipe once i'm happy with it.

Next week, I will be watching a lot of Christmas movies. I need to get in the Christmas spirit.