#not prose

[behind-the-veil-of-sanity]

No Stranger

My future is no stranger, it is the mirrorless face of sameness, sadness dancing between blackened trees burnt to the ground by passions for someone, something now eluding me. My future is no stranger, Hello Faceless Demon! I see your bet and I raise you all I possess to race you till the end of time, searching for other kind of mirror. My future is no stranger, it was that which always was and always will be seen in the cause without effect, in the mirror sighing.

[teinarhen]

ok... a few days ago i came up with a lil ghosthunting/modern au fic idea. i dont know if i’ll actually write it since i kinda suck at writing prose and i dont have time to make a fancomic on top of my regular comic, but here’s the very VERY vague idea ive come up with (putting under a read more because im kinda self-conscious about sharing lol)

Anko, Kurenai, and Asuma start a ghost hunting club and they ask Gai to join, who says he’ll only join if Kakashi joins (thinking he wont join). Kakashi ends up saying yeah sure whatever (doesn’t actually believe in ghosts). So they go ghost hunting a few places, not really finding much.

Eventually they find out that Kakashi has a ghost that’s been following him around. They’re not sure who it is though so they spend time researching it.

Ghost ends up being Sakumo. He’s been haunting Kakashi pretty much ever since he died. Something is keeping him on earth so he started out just watching over Kakashi and making sure he was okay but has slowly been losing his actual personality over the years and is becoming more malevolent and poltergeist-y  :p Kakashi has to figure out how to help him move on . 

bonus sketch :

[seasoning-city]

ok y'all have convinced me that it's not too weird so. i may try to write some fanfic in a script format some time this week

[psgarcia]

caught me again. putting makeup over greyskin. sewing stitches across the holes. “does it ever actually heal?” she says. i look across the room, brush in hand, needle on the counter, thread trailing to the floor.

“don’t know, but it helps them.”

“they still don’t know, do they,” she says.

“no.”

don’t have the heart to tell her i was a zombie long before my skin turned.

[wordrummager]

Blocking

Monday has an awful little mechanism that both stirs the libido and smacks you in face for having deviant thoughts.

[wordrummager]

Waltzing with my own words;

they step on my toes.

[lacoupdecoeur]

State of the Union

Tomorrow evening I fly up to Auckland for work.  I have a small mountain of tasks to do before the morning and even more I hope to do.  Last night, I went to a pop-up Japanese restaurant at an urban winery a few minutes from my home with a new friend.  She is disarmingly lovely, so much so that I am often distracted by it.  Another friend expresses envy, another friend sends me her husband's CV and cover letter for revision.  I have developed a reputation for this.

My job is busy and demanding, and there are so many looming possibilities.  My home is literally a ten second walk to the ocean with the most beautiful backdrop of rolling hills across the bay, and the weather has been defiant to the forecast, offering sunshine when they said there would be thunderstorms.

I own one hundred and twenty two dresses and so many shoes I have started to store them in suitcases tucked out of sight.  I intend to donate shoes, but life has a way of zooming away from you.

I speak to my family and friends back home regularly and feel the warmth of their love, even from such a distance.  I believe it when they say they miss me and love me, even though it has only been two months since I was last there.

I am in love with a kind and clever man who frustrates me to no end, but he makes me laugh even when I am at my most irritated.  He does what I ask of him and then some, and he is so loyal.  He delights in my ridiculousness and plays all of my silly games.  He is sensitive and honest, and I get to be his favourite without any complications.

Last night, Maria asked me if I was happy.  My honest answer was yes.  I sometimes focus on my pervasive dissatisfaction, that I always want more, more, more.  It is, perhaps, one of my downfalls.  But I never want to forget that despite that longing, I am happy.  I spent so long a stranger to happiness that I really ought not neglect it.