Because I just had to?
Warnings: Super grumpy Naoto who refuses to “take a joke,” if you will, crack, humor, things
Summary: Kanji really wants to tell Naoto something, but April Fool’s Day keeps getting in the way
Hey afternoon peeps, wrote something for April Fools Day. Since I’m no good at pranks, I wrote a story involving my OTP and pranks ^^ Enjoy! And if you’re not following the writing blog yet, you should!
Check it out, guys! I’m working on a new story before “Treat Me Kindly” gets published! Some may say I’m crazy, but… well I am crazy, but this was actually done some time ago and I’m just editing/snazzing it up before sending it to publishers.
This is a gay romance story that suddenly turned novel length (oops?) It’s kinda got a crime thriller vibe, with some supernatural elements mixed in and a touch bit of horror? There’s a brief description below followed by a snippet of the two main boys in the story and how they interact with one another :)
Warnings: Geekery, cute boys doing cute boy things, me trying to tempt you with my writing more
Brief synopsis: When something tragic happens in your life you want nothing more than to close your eyes, go to sleep, and make all of the pain go away. For Gable Peterson it’s a little more complicated than that. When detective Maurice Ashford shows up at his door with news that his boyfriend, Avery Blair, has been found dead, Gable is left devastated. Gable does the same thing he did when his grandfather died back when he was a little boy; he closes his eyes and imagines a world where his loved one is still alive.
Only, when Gable wakes up, he’s surprised to see that Avery is actually still alive!
Gable discovers something very peculiar about himself. There’s a place inside of his head where another Gable Peterson exists. This other Gable tells him that he has the power to go back and keep Avery from dying. Of course, Gable doesn’t believe anything that he’s hearing.
Until Avery dies for the second time.
Shortly after, Gable finds himself back at day one. Now he’s more determined than ever to save his boyfriend.
But is it worth the hardship he’s about to face?
This isn’t just some accident that happens to Avery. Gable’s boyfriend is murdered in cold blood by someone who the media has called “The Horrific Homophobe” or “The Double H Murderer.” This killer roams the streets of Minneapolis, kidnapping gay men who turn up dead in a week’s time. They’re not just brutally killed, there are derogatory words written all over their bodies in a terrifying display of the hell they had suffered through during the week. Oddly enough, along with words like FAGGOT and QUEER and HOMO are compliments of nice eyes or beautiful smile and other charming words that have no business being anywhere near such hatred. Gable suddenly finds himself tracking down a killer, but can he save Avery in time?
*gasp* A new story has emerged! Dun dun dunnnnn!
Hello dear followers. In case you missed it (though you probably didn’t because I keep spazzing about it) I am releasing a book. It’s an urban supernatural crime thriller full of strange deaths that have been happening in the city where the only clue tends to be some sort of animal, or part of an animal (bird feathers, for example). Today, I want to post a small snippet from the book. Currently, it’s being assigned an editor, then that whole process can begin :)
This is a small scene between two main characters: Alex Sampson (the detective in charge of the strange murder case) and Nicholas Ryker (geeky friend extraordinaire)
Warnings for this snippet: Friendly banter
Story up to this point: A rock star has been found dead and the only clue is a small butterfly.
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“Any word Nick-Nack?”
“It’s still Nicholas, Alex.”
Nicholas ‘Nick-Nack’ — it’s still Nicholas, Alex — Ryker sits at his computer, several windows open and showing different pictures of butterflies. His eyes scan each box, closing the ones he doesn’t need and opening up five more in a matter of seconds. At least, it would be seconds, if not for the outdated technology of the city’s finests. What kind of officers of the law are they when they can’t even afford decent internet?
“Isn’t that it?” Alex points at one of the butterflies on the screen, standing behind Nicholas now.
“No,” Nicholas says, “That’s not the right shade of purple in its wings.”
“Looks like it to me.”
“Well it’s not.”
“How can you tell?”
Nicholas spins around in his computer chair to look up at Alex. He’s wearing a pair of large, black glasses, the thick frames wrapped around eyes that are bright like green Christmas lights. His hair is a couple of different shades like browning autumn leaves, the strands sticking up thanks to a handful of hair gel. A black and white striped shirt covers his thin build, tucked into a pair of crisp blue jeans. He doesn’t look like he’s a part of the police force, his skin is smooth and the perfect shade of baby pink unlike Alex’s rough texture. His hours are spent on the computer and he doesn’t have the ‘luxury’ of investigations, crime scenes, and living on energy drinks and packaged Japanese noodles.
“It’s too light, Alex,” Nicholas says, voice laced with disdain, “God, didn’t you learn basic colors in elementary school?”
“Yeah. Red blue and whatever the hell,” then Alex smirks, “I know how you know the difference. It’s because you’re-”
“Gay. Yes. Yes I am gay and I know colors.”
Alex attempts to ruffle Nicholas’ hair and fails, the gel forcing him to smash the molded hair down like a crispy pancake. It springs back up as soon as Alex moves his hand away, “Damn, how do you get your hair like that?”
Nicholas smiles, “It’s a secret amongst us gay men. If you join the club I’ll let you know.”
“Nick-Nack I’ve told you that if you grow breasts and stop standing in line at midnight for hard to pronounce video games I’ll give you a shot.”
Nicholas sighs and says it again. “It’s still Nicholas, Alex.”
*gasp* Can this be? A scene from my book? You bet! Be sure to follow the writing blog for more snippets from my book and other upcoming projects. Tell your friends. Tell the dog. Tell the mailman. Tell everyone! But especially the puppy because I love puppies ^^;;;
So after spending time on KrisRix’s livestream last night I discovered that, apparently, a bunch of people love my headcanons? All right I kiiiiinda already knew that, but I learned that quite a few people are looking forward to the birth of the twins.
So ever since I’ve been writing Kanji and Naoto headcanons, they have twins. I don’t know why they have twins, they just do. But I haven’t written anything in regards to them having said twins.
Now is the time!
Just a fair warning: headcanons might not come as often, since I’m actually getting a book published (check out the cover and synopsis here!) so my main focus is that, followed by getting ready for conventions. So… yeah :) But I still love Kanji and Naoto, so occasionally you might spot a headcanon or two sporadically in the tags ^^
Warnings: Cuteness, lots of irritated Naoto, future Kanji and Naoto
Summary: Naoto has done research to verify that she is, in fact, having the worst pregnancy ever. Times two.
Reblogging for the night time readers :) Naoto’s pregnant with the twins I always mention in future Kanji/Naoto headcanons. She’s…. not very happy with the experience.
Here it is, guys. Many thanks to Dawne Dominique for making such an amazing cover! Along with the cover is a quick synopsis of the story so you know what to look forward to :)
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Everything that can go wrong has gone far beyond wrong for Matthew Sharpton. After his beautiful fiancee decides to upgrade to a better man, Matthew is forced to move into the zero-star establishment of his parents’ basement. Roommates with his shattered dreams and a father that disapproves of his entire existence, Matthew is now jobless, womanless, and every other less you can think of. The only thing he has going for him is a tiny pink bird he picked up at an animal auction. But apparently, Matthew can’t even properly pick pets. Instead of a bird he finds himself with a gorgeous, naked woman who seems to think that he’s her master.
“Treat me kindly,” she says, but the hidden message in the bottle whispers to Matthew, “…or else.”
Elsewhere, deep within the busy walls of city-tropolis, Detective Alex Sampson is enjoying the days of flipping on his sirens and watching traffic part for him as if he’s royalty. He gets a call for a recent homicide and rushes to one of the finest condominiums in the city. Unsurprisingly, no one is mourning the death of animal cruelty expert number one, Frank Marko. After being shamed out of his career for participating in dog fights, his last chance for redemption — and good P.R. — rested at a prestigious animal charity auction. With a promise of something “rare and exotic,” the punk rocker apparently got way more than he could’ve possible bargained for. Alex finds him dead in his lavish home, the only clue to his demise a small bruise on his neck and the beautiful butterfly found on the corpse.
Alex turns to his friend and colleague “Nick-Nack” — it’s still Nicholas, Alex — for leads in regards to the butterfly. There’s just one teeny, tiny, colossal problem. Butterflies don’t bite, don’t sting, and this particular breed found on Marko’s body is extinct. It’s been awhile since Alex has been in detention, but he swears that “extinct” is another way of saying “dead from now until forever more.” On top of that, the body count grows higher and more grotesque by the day.
Isn’t being a detective grand?
*gaaaaaaaaaaasp* GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m not sure if I can post a picture, so I asked and am waiting for a response, but guys! It looks so cool! I’m so happy with it!
GOOD NEWS FROM MY WRITING BLOG!!!
There’s two things I want to happen with my writing.
1. My book(s) get so popular that I get invited to conventions as a guest.
2. My book(s) get so popular that they become memes on tumblr and give people all sorts of feels.
Real talk from my writing blog.
They had an essay contest where they wanted people to talk about what Detour means to them, since this is their tenth year. I thought, “Oh hey let me write a thing, because I really love Detour,” I’ve been going since year one and all.
So I wrote a thing.
And then I won a thing.
Yeah my essay won Anime Detour’s contest.
Excuse me because I can’t quite comprehend how this writing thing suddenly continues to go well like I mean-
It’s going to be in the program books and maybe on the website, which I’m taking as exposure if I can get my writing blog mentioned on it. Perfect exposure to 5500 attendees, staff, guess, perfect exposure since, you know, need to get myself out there because of this whole book thing.
Hey there, karma, how are you? I guess since last year was such a mess of things you’ve decided to make this year better?
So as I go through the process of filling out the Author Form to my book (which is a deceptively short form but, in reality, it’s a lot of work!) I’m stuck on which excerpt I should use. This excerpt will be on the inside cover of the book. The ones I’m posting are the two I’m trying to choose from. I’d like to keep “The Invitation” before both of them.
The first excerpt happens relatively early in the story, while the second happens later. It’s job is to get the reader interested, hence why I’m coming to you all :)
you’re my test subjects, there will be cake at the end of this test.****
1. Invitation
Anyone from pauper to peasant can purchase a dog or a cat. Why should you lower yourself to such a standard? I would like to invite you to browse through animals for your more refined taste. This invitation is for those who are interested in one of a kind animals who will speak to the prestigious title they have built for themselves. These animals break away from those pale and boring common breeds with their rare, exotic beauty. These animals will allow you to enjoy something that’s truly magnificent. Treat yourself and come find an animal that truly matches the life of luxury that you live.
“You…y-you…” He doesn’t want to say it because it’s too ridiculous to say. His life isn’t some low budget sci-fi movie — or would this be fantasy? Whatever it may be it certainly isn’t, this is real life and birds do not-…no, no no no not going there. Matthew quickly squashes that train of thought. He begins to look around the room. Where did that bird go? It has to be somewhere! Maybe sleeping behind the water heater? Maybe nesting in his pile of dirty clothes? He slides out of the bed, frantically looking around the basement.
This can’t be happening. This cannot be happening!
The woman sits up and continues to quietly watch him before she finally speaks, her voice soft and soothing, “Master? What exactly are you looking for?”
Matthew stops digging through the laundry, holding a pair of socks in his hands. Did the woman just call him… “Master?”
“Why yes. That is what you are. I belong to you.”
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2. Invitation
Anyone from pauper to peasant can purchase a dog or a cat. Why should you lower yourself to such a standard? I would like to invite you to browse through animals for your more refined taste. This invitation is for those who are interested in one of a kind animals who will speak to the prestigious title they have built for themselves. These animals break away from those pale and boring common breeds with their rare, exotic beauty. These animals will allow you to enjoy something that’s truly magnificent. Treat yourself and come find an animal that truly matches the life of luxury that you live.
“What… the hell…”
No one says anything to Alex, letting him watch as the wings start to slip into Zahra’s back. Her skin literally tears apart, ripping itself like sharp knives cutting into flesh. There’s no blood when Alex really thinks there needs to be. The woman isn’t screaming when she should be crying out in pain. Zahra simply stands perfectly still, arms crossed over her breasts as her wings fold in on themselves, trying to become comfortable between shoulder blades and back bones. The open inside of her back is a mess from the blue of her wings and hints of bone, like she’s been dissected and left on the table.
He says it again, “What…the…” but in seconds Zahra’s body starts to shift again. Her broken skin starts to stitch itself together, filling in the gaps until her back is whole again. It sticks out a little, as if it can’t quite contain the wings but it doesn’t bother Zahra at all.
“It’s like a cocoon,” Sandi whispers, sounding completely fascinated with the entire event. She walks over, gently touching the woman’s back. Bumpy, and she can feel the wings constantly moving and shifting underneath Zahra’s skin, “This is amazing.”
“This is weird as fuck!” Alex screams, “What was that just now?!”****
So which one do you prefer?
Damnit tumblr how dare you not let me ask questions right now ARGH!Just leave an answer in my box or something if you want to answer ^^;;;
Help! I need… things… help! Pick one?
So I know I have some other ones to finish up that include:
- Kanji and Naoto sex headcanon (guys I have like 500 of these I… oh crap just got an idea -_-)
- Kanji and Naoto: the babies are born (thank you kind anon for that idea)
- Kanji and Naoto: time to get wasted
- Kanji and Naoto: in which he graduates and everyone is surprised… except for Naoto, of course
I think that’s all I have? But this one… oh man, this one I MUST WRITE NOW!
So yesterday tasobi posted some super angsty Persona Magica art, to which I wrote a response. I promised her I’d write something to wreck her OTP, and thus, THIS WAS BORN!
Though honestly I love Souji and Yosuke too so this wasn’t easy to write. I also love tasobi, despite what it may seem ^^;;;Warnings: Angst, death, playing with ideas from Golden, spoilers to December, magica
WHY DO YOU DO THIS BRI
Like o.k. guys what the hell I linked the person who did the art, who inspired this angst, WHY IS NOBODY BLAMING HER LIKE WTF?!
