live and die by the pen.

Serendipity - Drabble

2008-07-24T17:27:44Z

Title: Serendipity
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 173
Pairing: Eeteuk/Sungmin
Band: Super Junior
Genre: drabble/romance
Rating: G
Warning: none
Disclaimer: 'fraid I don't own these loves.

Synopsis: He looks up and that’s all it takes – one glance and you’re tangled, and Hi, I want to meet you.

Comments: Happy birthday kelpie11 <3

He’s crystalline beauty in the middle of a crowded subway, all (faked) smiles and (shaking) hands clutching at a backpack – the single spot of red against his white clothes.

Hey, and you’re watching him before you have the chance to bite back on the curiosity, when you wonder why his eyes fade the way they do. He looks up and that’s all it takes – one glance and you’re tangled, and Hi, I want to meet you.

Maybe he’s caught on you the same way you’re caged to him, because he’s making his way down the corridor (careful, almost tripped there) and then he’s sitting on the bench next to you and “Hi.”

“Hi.” So you don’t know his name because in a flurry of motion and too many footsteps the tram arrives; he’s gone. You’re thinking you should just forget – but your hand moves and touches cloth, something red and soft and oh, oh his backpack.

Okay, so now you have a duty. You’ll get the bag back to him – learn his name.

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Author's Notes:
Comm/crits are love, as always <3
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AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATHRINE, HAVE A DRABBLE? XD

Food for thought

2008-07-22T17:08:19Z

Okay, all, I have a question for you, courtesy of a conversation between nemesis_cry and myself, and she wrote it best, so here's the quote:

'Dear flist,

Random thought: would you guys be interested in an original/panfandom writing comm? It'd be open to drabbles/fic/songs/poetry/whatever you want as long as the focus of your piece isn't so much the fandom but your own writing, the beauty of the prose, etc. I'd love to have 'word of the day' and 'grammar post' of the week sections as well. And maybe, why not, contests. Challenges. Something to get us writing.

So. Interested?'

So, you guys, what do you say? xD

Cadence - Drabble

2008-07-22T05:21:16Z

Title: Cadence
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 235
Pairing: Jaejoong!centric (ot5ness)
Band: DBSK/TVXQ/THSK
Genre: introspection
Rating: G
Warning: none
Disclaimer: 'fraid I don't own these loves.

Synopsis: Jaejoong starts as a single note at the end of a chorus; small and a part of a whole that he doesn’t quite blend into, his voice fading and unnoticed at the end of the line.

Comments: for fading_sun_sock. D: I want teuk!fic <3 ~~and this one's not yunjae, but it's close enough?~~

Jaejoong starts as a single note at the end of a chorus; small and a part of a whole that he doesn’t quite blend into, his voice fading and unnoticed at the end of the line. He tangles and breaks free – becomes his own melody (soft, subtle, out of tune and untried) and traces the lines of his own voice down to his future.

(he stops here – takes a breath – begins again in new song)

Harmony, he breathes in perfect rhythm with the rest of them (dreams the same dreams, sings the same hopes) and he falls into another chorus – this one a little more separate, each voice rising (look at me) to be the star. And somehow, in between the rise and fall and trembling notes – he’s noticed.

(he doesn’t stop here – he swallows air when he can and belts out notes – again and again; his feet hit the pavement and he kept running)

Four voices, four tones and pitches and his own, trying to blend together in the perfect semblance of a song (of strength, of beauty, of one; the all) as they tumble and fall over each other. Five – and their words are rising (becoming something, now) to the closing note, to the perfect realization –

They burst into full song (the ending of one note, the beginning of another, stanza after stanza until the sound is left ringing in his ears – forever).

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Author's Notes:
Comm/crits are love <3

"Go go, over the rainbow~"

2008-07-20T00:49:39Z

tagged by beililee^^

01. How many people do you know in person from your friends list?
2

02. Who are they? How do you know them? When did you last meet or talk?
kelpie11 - know her since elementary school (fifth grade), best friend of doom, we last talked, er, through laura on the phone this week.
yomi_chan305- since third grade? right? yeah.. but then we didn't really get to know eachother until ninth grade, xD best friend of non-doom?, and we're talking on msn atm xD

03. If you could meet ONE person from your friends list, who would it be and why?
WTF JUST ONE? ~~*blatantly ignores the rules*~~ D< >_>

simply_emotion - BECAUSE SHE REFUSES TO GET A WEBCAM OR TALK ON THE MSN TALK THING. no really, because she's awesome and we talk too much so it makes sense i'd want to meet her xD

eviel_bubble- mah lj wife, who's not afraid to be herself with me, and we'd totally have so much fun if we met xD (AND SHE'D STEAL HER FRIENDS DBSK DVD FOR ME TO WATCH, RIGHT?)

...okay seriously there's more of you but I really was only supposed to answer one. D:'

04. Who is the 3rd and 5th person listed on your friends list? Who are they and why are they on your friends list?
#3 - angelus_sky- friended some way through fandom? xD
#5 - aoimidori- alex/aoi and because of her lovely hyuksu fic xD

05. Pick a song that reminds you of person #8.
beililee - the bad touch by bloodhound gang, lmao, i think you'd like it ;D

06. How well do you know the last person listed on your friends list?
yuxo - um, past accquantaince but not extremely well? we're working on it? xP

07. List two people from your friends list that you talk to the most.
simply_emotion and eviel_bubble

08. What do you have in common with the first person?
_newworld - it's a fic journal, so fandom? xD

09. Who blogs the most on your friends list?
hoyah and kangkinsxDDD

10. Is there someone on your friends list that you wish WASN'T on your friends list?
hm, there's a lot of people i don't really talk to, but naw :O

11. Are you one of those people that do constant friends list cuts because people aren't COOL enough for you?
lmfao nope

12. Have you ever been cut from someone's friends list? Were you angry?
yes I've been cut from someone's friends list, but it had background reasons, so not really xP

13. Do you have a free or paid account? Did you pay for it?
free -_-;

14. Do you expect people to read and comment on ALL your entries?
I guess I'd like it, but I don't expect it - I mean, I'm a celebrated lurker myself xP

15. Do you read all of your friends' journals?
I try to D< Most of the time I keep up, sometimes I get a little behind/miss an entry, but I do my best! xD

16. Share memories linked to someone that is dear to you: usernames begin with #, C, F, I, L, O, R, U, X.
# ㅡ none
C ㅡ chelletasmic- the wonders of henwook and shihanhae xD
F ㅡ fading_sun_sock- long conversations with an influx of CAPITALFANGIRLING
I ㅡ no one with an i >_>
L ㅡ loser_no_jutsu- finding another kanghyuk shipper and flailing xD
O ㅡ orange_coconuts- the icon that may or not be from playboy >___>
R ㅡ redeyedrobot- omo, so long ago, GAZEHOUSE D:
U ㅡ none >_>
X ㅡ xx_lovelain_xx- our talks during my jpop fandom period ^^

17. Is there someone you'd like to spend the rest of your life with?
SOME OF THESE PEOPLE I WANT TO KNOW THE REST OF MY LIFE D<

18. Someone you aren't friends with anymore and miss.
um, a few of them I'm like "I wish we talked more..." but life happens like it's supposed to happen xD

19. Who is the last person who added you? And who last removed you?
memei - because of ~~me embarrassing myself in comments~~ my love for her fic xD
...i actually don't know who last removed me :O

20. What are the tags you used the most?
(in order the top 10 are)
randomness
fic
meme
oneshot
lyrics
fandom; super junior
drabble
cfs
lotd
writing

21. What are the tags you used the least?
lol! too many to count xD

22. What are the tags of your most favourite entry?
ilu, meme, randomness xD

23. What are your favourite tags?
omo and ilu xDD

24. Have you added back all the users who added you?
nope >_>

25. Do you use custom groups? If so, how many do you have?
I have 1 for my watched-f-list, and 1 called blosu that i used to show navneet the pimp!post before it was finished xD

26. How many interests have you listed? Are some of them listed by you only? If so, which?
8, i need to add more >_>;

27. Which are your favorite interests?
i don't know which one is my favorite D:' I need to add the stuff that really matters xDD

28. How many communities have you joined? Do you check all of them?
69, nope >__>

29. Your lj stats.
Journal entries: 209
Comments: Posted: 1,782 - Received: 1,845
Account type: Plus
Date created: 2007-07-19 00:58:24
Date updated: 2008-07-19 05:58:09, 18 hours ago

30. Lastly, tag four people on your friends list.
eviel_bubble, fading_sun_sock, orange_coconuts, suckmycawk, anyone else who wants to do it should >_>

"When the violence causes silence/We must be mistaken"

2008-07-19T05:58:09Z

So this is when my mothering instincts start to get a little glaringly obvious; I'm waiting up because my brother isn't home yet and I want to make sure everything's okay and he's safe >_>

So, I'm back from hiatus! Love to all of you who were sweet and supportive when I was feeling crappy - thanks. Seriously, thanks. <3

I have more fics started and in the w-i-p stage than I ever wanted to, but I can't seem to find the motivation to actually finish any of them, I keep getting bored of ideas halfway through. Aish, so if anyone's expecting fic, well, it will eventually be out. D:?

Ah, this is all the simply_emotion's fault, for bringing me to this, but:

This song (both the original and the cover) brings me close to tears, it's such a powerful, emotional song. I'm personally more inclined towards the cover, but gah. I love songs that can rip at your heart like that in the painful-but-not-destructive way.

Ah, and because I don't really feel like doing much else with it/trying to perfect it (and choose characters *sweat*) and post it, here's some random drabble >_> (eviel_bubble, i think i will do the two others of these..)

So then he trips over his own words; takes one stumbling breath and sends everything crashing into chaos (feels like an idiot and for once, knows why).

“I think I like you.” The world keeps spinning, even as he thinks his heart stops, his mind pauses (how he wishes for a rewind button), and he stumbles to rephrase the words he didn’t mean to say. There’s more blood rushing to his face than could ever be healthy, and then –

“Oh.” Everything hangs on the reply – what comes after that single syllable. “Oh okay, that’s cool.”

The law of inertia makes everything keep moving.

Lastly. Driving to the town over tomorrow (mall, present for bff-who-would-kill-me-if-i-forgot-a-gift's bday ;P, food, etc). Wish me luck, it's been a bit since I last drove and that time was only, what? The second? Anyways, I promise not to run any red lights.

Have a good day(night, afternoon? why do you all have such diverse time differences?), all! D<

EDIT: TODAY IS MY 1 YEAR LJ ANNIVERSARY.

Tomorrow - Oneshot

2008-07-14T03:52:43Z

Title: Tomorrow
Author: kayjayloves
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Changmin!centric (hints of Jaemin, dabbles of Shichul)
Band: DBSK/TVXQ/THSK; Super Junior
Genre: drama/action/Anyband!verse
Rating: PG-16
Warning: cussing, heavy themes (violence)
Disclaimer: 'fraid I don't own these loves.

Synopsis: The other side of revolution. Their words: “What’s revolution without fire? We’re the freshly struck match on a pile of dry, waiting sticks – all they have to do is keep burning.”

Comments: Anyband!verse, yet, you'll miss any mention of Anyband members if you blink. I'm honestly not sure what I think of this piece.

Eleven minutes.

For a minute, with the wind crashing and rebounding echoes of white noise, you can close your eyes and picture the sea. You can feel the heat burning down (‘I don’t want to get another sunburn,’ you remember saying, a chubby toddler with precocious words) and the itch of sand against your clothes, under your feet. The whispering ache along with your thoughts is painful; you touch the cold metal at your side and relax.

A shot rings out. Your ten minutes of fame start now.

Four weeks, Five days.

Heechul promises you the means to an end – weapons, tacticians, everything to stop this repression that contains the whole city (the whole world by now, you figure). He’s the only one to promise you in the world of grey – a flash of fiery red from his hair to the spark in his eyes – and have the promise contain any sort of truth.

Freedom; it tastes like passion on your lips and manifests in spilled blood and secrets – for the greater good.

Four weeks, four days.

“I grew up outside the city, by the sea.” You don’t know why you’re talking – except that you’re not supposed to be, (by law, the talking curfew is in effect after 10 P.M.) and because his stare is making you nervous. “I mean, I was really little, but we were in this tiny place where everything stayed unaffected – but I got older and things changed.”

You can still remember it; the house empty and barren, your parents accused of some bullshit debt and the four of you evicted, sent to the city, powerless against the rule of the government. “This whole place is corrupt,” you continue, hands clenched in fists.

“That’s why we’re starting a revolution.” His voice is gentler than you expect, his face breaking into a wide grin. “We’re saving the world from corruption.”

Starting today, he’s your partner. Kim Jaejoong.

Four weeks.

Starting fires isn’t really your thing – but Heechul claims the blaze is perfect semblance of your efforts; he burns the control stations and makes an example out of fires until you think he’s a little too lighter-happy.

“We’re not criminals,” Jaejoong notes, “not really – haven’t you noticed they’ve refused to report this as any kind of crime?”

The new one (he’s shifty and more nervous than useful) adds in, “Maybe we need a new tactic.”

It’s silent when you realize he’s right.

Three weeks, two days.

“Yoochun.” He looks good, you think. A little thin, but satisfied – and there’s still that subtle difference from protocol in his clothes that tells you he isn’t going to judge. He grins, his upturned eyes enough to get you to sit down.

“I heard about you and your friends – the grapevine’s thin, but still there.” He plays with the mug, and when he glances up you don’t see approval in his eyes. “The fighting. The threats. It sounds like the start of a bloody war.”

“We’re running a fucking revolution!” The table shakes under your hands, Heechul’s words running through your mind as you stare at him. (“What’s revolution without fire? We’re the freshly struck match on a pile of dry, waiting sticks – all they have to do is keep burning.”) “We’re doing what we need to do.”

Yoochun looks good, he looks healthy, but he asks you not to come and see him again. You won’t.

Three weeks.

Jaejoong sticks by you even when you’re supposed to be inconspicuous (not that they’re going to rat you out; the guards are too careful with keeping the public calm, keeping the front that they have everything under control) and you don’t say it but you’re glad. The silence of the streets is deafening, his footsteps next to yours are a reminder of why you’re still surviving. Why you're still fighting.

Two weeks.

You meet in a back alley again, on the edge of the town where (as far as you can tell, no one’s knocked on your door and sent you to a figurative hell yet) there’s no surveillance and little other than sewage and the traces of pollution. Siwon (who’s still nervous, but more useful) places the package on the ground with quiet reverence – his eyes spell caution, next to him Heechul’s glint with anticipation.

“You found them.” Jaejoong realizes it first, his hands reaching to unwrap the coarse cloth. Dull metal peaks from under the wrappings, and you pass a hand over a barrel, a trigger.

“Oh.” Your means to an end.

One week.

In between planning and maps and watching the streets every night (you know every night police’s routes by heart now, have their numbers and their habits etched to the inside of your skull) you stretch yourself thin. It’s late, and you should be exhausted, but Jaejoong’s still talking and he’s saying something completely and irreversibly stupid.

You laugh.

You still can laugh.

Two days.

Even Heechul is tense; he toys with the lighter, skimming the flame just above your sketched plans, over and over again. Siwon sits at the corner, tapping his foot quietly – he’s watching Heechul like he’s a time bomb about to go off (you’d laugh at the expression on his face at any other time) and destroy everything the four of you pieced together.

Jaejoong stands behind you, smile slipping from his features as he concentrates. There’s black metal in his hands; his eyes are unreadable.

We’re starting a revolution, you remember. We’re saving the world from corruption.

One day.

You’re dreaming of the sea, laughter and your mother calling for you (“Come back, Changmin! It’s dangerous out there where the undertow is") when Jaejoong nudges you awake. His eyes are hardened and his face solemn, but his voice is as soft as always. “Today.”

“I know.” He clutches your hand (for strength, or something else, you don’t know). You repeat his words back to him, “We’re starting a revolution.”

“I know.” He knows.

One hour.

It’s a crucial moment where you shouldn’t be thinking of anything but the instructions you’ve repeated to yourself time after time, but all you can remember is a passing conversation (“Two cities over, there’s some kind of revolution going on. They’re pacifists, the whole thing is with music – can you imagine?”) and then back to your own goals.

Jaejoong goes in. Jaejoong shoots the controller. You keep watch, you silence any passing guards. The plan, the plan, stick to the plan.

Ten minutes.

The echo of the shot doesn’t last, but it’s ringing in your ears even as you run in after Jaejoong, steel yourself for any blips in the calculations.

Five minutes.

You don’t have any time to think; you just aim.

One minute.

Jaejoong smiles back at you and it’s the brightest smile you’ve seen. Glory. Revolution. Everything you’ve planned to accomplish is shining on his face. You try to ignore the stains on the floor, the gun still clutched in his hand; you focus on his smile.

Five seconds.

The control panel is harder to work than you expect – but Heechul’s broadcast is hooked up and ready; the whole city will hear his words, every screen playing the video in four, three, two…

One second.

“What’s revolution without fire? You’re the wood, the substance and fuel of the blaze – and together, we can purge this place of suppression, we can bring back freedom.”

A means to an end. Revolution for freedom.

“Fight with me.”

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Author's Notes: Comm/crits are love.

The Subtleties of Voodoo (Some Say Love) - Oneshot

2008-07-13T03:40:18Z

Title: The Subtleties of Voodoo (Some Say Love)
Author: kayjayloves
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Jaemin
Band: DBSK/TVXQ/THSK
Genre: drama/romance
Rating: PG
Warning: cussing xD
Disclaimer: 'fraid I don't own these loves.

Synopsis: But – “Need help?” and even though you can do it yourself, (you’re not a kid) you let him crouch down, tongue between his teeth as his hands work. Loop, twist, knot.

Comments: For eviel_bubble <3 The lovely prompt she gave me has been incorporated straight into the piece.

1. I’ll put a spell on you,

It’s simple – a loop, a twist, a knot; you’ve been tying your own damn shoes since you were six, and there’s no excuse when you fumble the laces. But – “Need help?” and even though you can do it yourself, (you’re not a kid) you let him crouch down, tongue between his teeth as his hands work. Loop, twist, knot.

“Thanks,” you say. And this really does nothing for your image – they already call you the magnae, already want to take care of you – but he smiles back at you (and it breaks the icy veneer of his features) so somehow it’s okay.

“Onstage in five,” a technician warns, and your body goes hot and cold all at once. The turning point of your life in five, he should’ve said. Debut.

4. I’ll be the first thing you see,

“I’ll put a spell on you.” Jaejoong says, each word intent and careful. His tone catches your attention, subtle – like little secrets and favorite phrases spilling from his throat.

Your book shuts with a thump. You’re supposed to be studying, not watching him pick at the patterned sheets in little sporadic motions. “Hyung, what?”

He laughs, and then, looking like he tasted laughter for the first time, he just keeps on going. Junsu and Yunho start up from where they’re sitting in the living room, the TV spouting some comic relief that you can’t hear and frankly don’t give a shit about. You can’t study like this.

“I’m going to the other room.” Jaejoong just keeps laughing (you sneer at him) and even when you’ve closed the door behind you and there’s quiet, you can’t get the sound out of your ears.

2. You’ll fall asleep and I’ll put a spell on you,

It’s too late or too early (you’re too tired to be technical). The language of your own thoughts feels foreign – on all sides there’s Japanese now; it’s on the food, in the books, sinking into the ground and seeping through the walls.

You feel a little crazy, a little antsy, and when you think to check in to your feelings, you know you’re lonely. It hurts.

By accident (really, really you just couldn’t see right in the dark) you end up slipping into Jaejoong’s sheets. The feel of body heat close to yours is toxic, burning you and making you forget your fears. Jaejoong’s hand closes around you arm. “’Min?”

“Don’t tell,” you whisper. He doesn’t.

3. And when I wake you,

Jaejoong was doing something stupid and you shoved him – nothing out of the ordinary, but now you’re thinking maybe you went to far because he’s lying on the couch and he hasn’t gotten up. What’s wrong, you’re about to say, but he’s shaking and suddenly you realize –

You were really worried and that jerk is laughing.

He nearly chokes as you pounce on him, but that’s pay back and you’ve got him pinned to the couch (his breathing fast and obvious against your lips, so close that his tongue darting out to wet his lips nearly catches your own). He’s opening his mouth like he’s going to say something, and then Junsu shouts from the front door.

Jaejoong’s not one to pass up distractions, and suddenly he’s twisting out from beneath you and tumbling towards the hall, calling back, “Dinner? Want dinner?”

5. And you’ll realize you love me.

Every new stage is just the same and too different from the stage before. But every time, every single time your voice rises and flows and harmonizes to four others – the only voices you’d give anything to be able to sing with (always).

The end of the concert, with the last cheers dying out; backstage is sweat and exhaustion and exhilaration.

Jaejoong breaks into a smile and you’re both high from the sensation of pouring out your souls through the rise and fall of music notes. He hugs you and – oh, you never want to let go. You grab him tighter and tighter and the meaning must get across because his smile is breaking (you’re scared, you’re fumbling) and suddenly he’s touching your cheek.

“Don’t tell.” You whisper. He kisses you.

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Author's Notes: Wow, first DBSK fic that isn't just a drabble. xD Damn, this fandom has been a long time coming...

Comments and constructive criticisms are love <3

"I'll be singing to you in my sleep~"

2008-07-13T00:38:31Z

January 1^st, Sungmin (Suju); Taehwa (Battle)

January 5^th, Miku (Antic Café)

January 6^th, Mithra (Epik High)

January 8^th, Mizuki (Sadie)

January 10^th, Brian (FTTS/solo)

January 17^th, Kangin (Suju); Hwanhee (FTTS)

January 20^th, Aoi (Gazette)

January 21^st, Andy (Shinhwa)

January 26^th, Jaejoong (DBSK)

January 29^th, Hyde (L’Arc~en~ciel/solo)

February 1^st, Ruki (Gazette)

February 3^rd, Kyuhyun (Suju)

February 6^th, Yunho (DBSK)

February 9^th, Hankyung (Suju); Takuya (Antic Café)

February 15^th, Kusano (News)

February 16^th, Eric (Shinhwa); Kyo (Dir En Grey)

February 17^th, Kaoru (Dir En Grey)

February 18^th, Changmin (DBSK)

February 23^rd, Kame (KAT-TUN)

February 24^th, Kyujong (SS501); Kirito (solo/Angelo); Shinya (Dir En Grey)

February 26^th, Keiyuu (Kra)

March 5^th, Hitsugi (Nightmare)

March 14^th, Heejun (H.O.T./solo)

March 25^th, Aki (Sadie)

March 27^th, JJ Lin (solo)

March 31^st, Toshiya (Dir En Grey)

April 2^nd, Tsurugi (Sadie)

April 3^rd, Jungmin (SS501)

April 4^th, Eunhyuk (Suju)

April 5^th, Jaewon (H.O.T.)

April 7^th, Siwon (Suju)

April 9^th, Yamapi (News)

April 14^th, Mai (Kra)

April 18^th, Ryu (Battle)

April 19^th, Zhou Mi (Suju)

April 26^th, Daesung (Big Bang)

May 1^st, Koyama (News)

May 4^th, Hiroto (alice nine)

May 8^th, Woo Hyuk (H.O.T./solo)

May 11^th, Takeru (SuG)

May 18^th, Taeyang (Big Bang)

May 20^th, Ryuichi (Luna Sea/Tourbillion)

May 26^th, Masato (SuG)

May 27^th, Reita (Gazette)

June 4^th, Yoochun (DBSK)

June 6^th, Hyun Joong (SS501)

June 7^th, Tony An (H.O.T./solo); Mao (Sadie)

June 8^th, Hwichan (Battle)

June 9^th, Uruha (Gazette); Ruka (Nightmare)

June 19^th, Kihyun (Battle)

June 21^st, Ryeowook (Suju)

June 23^rd, Ni~ya (Nightmare)

June 24^th, Saga (alice nine)

June 29^th, Sakito (Nightmare)

July 1^st, Eeteuk (Suju)

July 4^th, Massu (News); Jin (KAT-TUN); Gackt (solo)

July 5^th, Shou (alice nine); Kanon (Antic Café)

July 8^th, Sugizo (Luna Sea)

July 10^th, Heechul (Suju)

July 11^th, Shige (News)

July 14^th, Yomi (Nightmare)

July 22^nd, Tablo (Epik High)

July 28^th, Minwoo (Shinhwa)

July 31^st, Nao (alice nine)

August 3^rd, Hyung Joon (SS501)

August 11^th, Showta (solo); YiDa (solo)

August 12^th, Yuura (Kra); J (Luna Sea/solo)

August 18^th, G-Dragon (Big Bang)

August 19^th, Junjin (Shinhwa)

August 21^st, Kibum (News); Lio (Battle)

August 24^th, Yesung (Suju)

August 29^th, Yuuki (Antic Café)

September 4^th, Nakamaru (KAT-TUN)

September 10^th, Uchi (News)

September 14^th, Miyavi (solo)

September 16^th, Bou (Antic Café)

September 17^th, Tora (alice nine)

September 29^th, Inoran (Luna Sea/Tourbillion)

September 28^th, Shindong (Suju)

October 4^th, Ueda (KAT-TUN)

October 10^th, Kangta (H.O.T./solo)

October 11^th, Henry (Suju)

October 12^th, Mitsuru (SuG)

October 15^th, Donghae (Suju)

October 21^st, Yuji (SuG)

October 27^th, Chris (Battle)

October 28^th, Kai (Gazette)

October 30^th, Kiyoharu (Kuroyume/SADS/solo)

November 3^rd, Ryo (News); Young Saeng (SS501)

November 4^th, T.O.P. (Big Bang); Yasuno (Kra)

November 5^th, Koki (KAT-TUN)

November 11^th, Tegoshi (News)

November 19^th, Tukutz (Epik High)

November 20^th, Yoshiki (X Japan/solo)

November 21^st, Dongwan (Shinhwa)

November 27^th, Hyesung (Shinhwa)

November 29^th, Junno (KAT-TUN)

November 30^th, Kei (Sadie)

December 8^th, Teruki (Antic Café)

December 12^th, Seungri (Big Bang)

December 13^th, hide (X Japan/solo)

December 15^th, Junsu (DBSK)

December 16^th, Hakuei (Penicillin/machine/solo)

December 20^th, Die (Dir En Grey)

December 27^th, Chiyu (SuG)

Are musicians just not born in March? -____-

"I was planning, er, I mean wishing, er, how embarrassed I'd be if you knew what I was thinking,uh~"

2008-07-12T06:27:22Z

I know, I have another meme to finish >_> But I'm doing a quick ninja-in, ninja-out post before I crash. I'm sunburnt. And my foot has the hugest blister I've ever seen today. Oh, and I got a hat. Today was effin fun.

Release all contained thoughts into the open air~

1. We seriously don’t get to talk very much, and I hate it – Somehow, in some unexplained way, I feel like we’re a type of soulmates. I understand you so well, and I hope we’ll talk more in the future and some of this will somehow get across to you.

2. Thank you. Thank you for the brightness and the energy and the never ending source of fulfillment. It’s wonderful to be around.

3. You make me think and think and think, and I never quite come up with an answer other than ‘it’s good like this’. We’re forever friends – I don’t need to say it out loud, because you just know. I’ll always be there when your thoughts turn dark again, and everything seems black. Arrogantly, the thought of me being a reason you’re still holding on to this life makes me glad.

4. I’m so glad I met you, so so glad. The future is a wonderful thing, because there’s hopes I can project into it that I’d never voice out loud to you. I’ll always be there.

5. We’ve broken and patched this friendship and now it doesn’t fit together anymore – but thank you for teaching so much more than you ever could know. I’ll always love you, you’ll always be that tiny part of my soul.

6. We’ve grown together and then apart again, and I want to hit you for your own good, but instead I’ll hope you grow and learn to be true to yourself and to do what’s best for you. I won’t give up on you.

7. You were like my angel during dire times. Thank you thank you thank you, and my debt is repaid but I’ll continue to pay it – because I want to. Don’t hesitate to break down and breathr, please.

8. I’m so sorry I didn’t notice you were in pain, and I have one question to ask you. Would you have never told me, even if I’d asked? Or was that the one question that would go unanswered until someone else told me how much you were suffering. God, I’m sorry.

9. You were such an anomaly in my life; someone so important but so untouchable. I like to think we were soulmates that crossed paths but never completely touched. I’ll always care about you – even if you never knew, when you needed it the most there was someone who loved you.

10. I respect you so much, but we’re so different I end up bitter about the smallest, most insignificant things. Since we’ve stop talking, I’ve tried to decided if I miss it or not. Is it better like this?

Two to One - Drabble

2008-07-08T03:19:40Z

Title: Two to One
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 115
Pairing: Jaechun
Band: DBSK/TVXQ/THSK
Genre: drabble/romance
Rating: G
Warning: abstraction?
Disclaimer: 'fraid I don't own these loves.

Synopsis: Hey – and it has you listening as sweet tones fall from his lips, rise from the piano under his fingers in careful chords.

Comments: Okay, eviel_bubble had given me three lovely prompts, and somehow abstract!drabble (which is all her fault, really, that I even consider the style) came out of this one

"I can hear it, the jet engine
Through the center of the storm
And I'm thinking I'd
Prefer not to be rescued"

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You can almost see the strings falling from the sky, twisting around his limbs and whispering the word ‘marionette’ into your mind (he plays the game, you play the game, you both end up with strings). Hey, he says, hey hey I think this one is good. Hey – and it has you listening as sweet tones fall from his lips, rise from the piano under his fingers in careful chords.

The strings jerk; he’s not playing anymore, he’s buckling under pressure and exhaustion and the song is still there – in pleading in his eyes, let me play again, let me play, let me love.

And okay, okay okay; you kiss him (it’s a dog-eat-dog world).

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Author's Notes: Comm/crits are love.

"Yeah, I wear my sunglasses at night, still 20-20"

2008-07-07T23:08:21Z

(Kay) Live and die by the pen. says:

tell her jaejoong is love in a prettily wrapped korean package with a shiny voice and it's only a matter of time before he subtle takes her over (and the world) with his brethen of prettily wrapped korean boys >_>

(Kay) Live and die by the pen. says:

*subtly

(Kay) Live and die by the pen. says:

(and their ghei) but you can omit that

(Kay) Live and die by the pen. says:

SEND HER THIS PART OF THE CONVO SO I KNOW I TRIED

>_> Sometimes I wonder about myself and what I do in my free time. Thank you, eviel_bubble, for keeping me entertained and making me ramble like that xD (and helping me on my mission to convert your friend D<)

yomi_chan305 wants to add that I killed her. <3

I'm going to write. *oozes determination* D<

(by the way, How Gee has crack lyrics. *points to entry title* Oh, G-Dragon)

Radios and Starlight (and other things he can't explain) - Drabble

2008-07-06T21:09:34Z

Title: Radios and Starlight (and other things he can't explain)
Author: kayjayloves
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Kibum/Donghae
Band: Super Junior
Genre: fluff
Rating: G
Warning: none
Disclaimer: 'fraid I don't own these loves.

Synopsis: Donghae’s talking again, something about a constellation, and he barely hears because he’s thinking about Donghae.

Comments: For redeyedrobot, the best can come out of any situation! <3

The last refrain is fading, static crackling on the radio Donghae’s set next to them – music to mute the sound of traffic. They’re exactly where they shouldn’t be; Donghae sprawled out on the cold concrete next to him, ignoring the way Kibum tenses every time a car passes in the distance

(“You’ve always wanted to lie in the middle of the road,” He mentions, disbelieving, when Donghae tugs at his arm.

“Relax,” Donghae replies, his eyes laughing. “No one takes this road, and even if they did, isn’t it all about this – the thrill?” It’s crazy, idiotic, and so very Donghae that Kibum can’t resist giving in - just this once. )

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He turns towards Donghae’s voice, watches the other stretch out his hands – like he’s reaching for the stars above them. He tucks his arms behind his head, stares up towards the sky, and finds he can’t disagree. The crisp night air and the stars shining above them, it’s gorgeous – and he can’t help realizing if it wasn’t for Donghae he wouldn’t even notice.

(“Hang out with me today,” Donghae says, tugging at his arm. Kibum doesn’t mention the unvoiced please please please in his eyes.

“Okay.”

Donghae laughs, and suddenly Kibum finds himself agreeing to chauffeuring him around, and to doing whatever it is that Donghae refuses to divulge, because – it’s a secret.)

“Yeah, yeah it is.” He’s doing what the others always tease him about – withdrawing into his own thoughts, trying his hardest to figure out the world. Donghae’s talking again, something about a constellation, and he barely hears because he’s thinking about Donghae.

He can’t figure him out.

(“Hi.” Donghae says, and Kibum sighs because he’s tired and exhausted – and maybe this is just what he needs.

You looked down, Donghae’s furrowed brow says. I wanted to cheer you up.)

“Thank you.” Donghae glances at him, surprise in those bright eyes, but Kibum just smiles and points. “I think that was the constellation you were looking for.”

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Author's Notes:
So I was thinking of Donghae and his love for Titanic, and wondering if he'd watch The Notebook - and if he did/has, I could picture him being interested in this scene.

Also, Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol was playing, and now that's going to be my Kihae theme song D:

Anyways, sorry for the rambling a/n's, comments are love as always!

Blosu (The Wonders of Tablo and Junsu in the same Vicinity)

2008-06-29T20:04:52Z

Okay, so eviel_bubbleand I have decided there’s not enough of this beautiful (and, crack, you may think) pairing in the world, so it’s time for a ~~sorely lacking~~ PIMP POST.

Tablo and Junsu were in Anyband together (along with BoA and Jin Bora). The group released a single and a nine-minute commercial - but! We're going to focus on the Blosu interaction within Anyband:

In which during the press conference Tablo claims he's 'worried because he's the ugliest man in it' (implying he thinks Junsu is pretty *gets shot for being a shamelessly obvious shipper of anything blosu-ish*) and was apparently terrified when Junsu went on the tall buildings without a safety cable (explanation starts around 2:49, Tablo begins talking around 3:10)

"Okay, Tablo and Junsu were in the same band - that doesn't even mean they get along." As shown in the lovely making of (2:18, 3:00) these boys do get along. Now, where is the evidence of any sort of romantic pairing between them? ~~That's up to you, fandom.~~

But does this pairing even exist in fandom? Yes.

Everlasting
Author: eviel_bubble
Summary: He's looking at Junsu, now, and Junsu's wondering what sort of thoughts linger behind those eyes, and it catches him off guard when Tablo's unreadable face stretches into a smile.

Maybe Something
Author: kayjayloves
Summary: Tablo pictures the cell phone with its’ pixilated messages and traveling sound bites as Junsu’s lifeline – realizes he’s lonely.

Trust I Seek (and I find in you)
Author: immodicus
Summary: Junsu wonders how he should be feeling as the plane dips down through clouds and land spreads out beneath them. Brazil.

Thus, give an obscure pairing a chance and become a Blosu shipper today! We have icons. (in a rainbow of colors, no the less)

Feel free to add in your own input/fics/images/etc in comments! <3 Let's spread the love!

Parallels - Oneshot

2008-06-28T17:51:01Z

Title: Parallels
Author: kayjayloves
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Siwon/Hankyung
Band: Super Junior
Genre: AU/drama/romance
Rating: PG
Warning: deathfic
Disclaimer: 'fraid I don't own these loves.

Synopsis: Siwon dreams of another heart beating in his chest, another’s blood flowing through his veins until his body cleans and purifies it – makes it his own.

Comments: Um, I really don't how this happened. Inspired by the Timeless MV and this a lovely prompt from eviel_bubble (who this fic is for <3).

"For diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me
And then she said she can't believe
Genius only comes along
In storms of fabled foreign tongues
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs"

Han Geng is drunk; he’s completely wasted and he’s all over a perfect stranger. They dance, close and intimate and everything should be leading them towards the door and a cab, but Han Geng stops. He looks up, and maybe he really sees the man for the first time.

He excuses himself and leaves.

(“Who was that guy?” One of his friends asks later, grinning and sending a wink towards him. “And why were you all over him?”

“I-I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “It just, he reminded me of someone.”)

Siwon dreams of another heart beating in his chest, another’s blood flowing through his veins until his body cleans and purifies it – makes it his own. He wakes up gasping, clutching at his chest and his shoulders and his soaked sheets; assures himself he’s still him, still in his room, still breathing.

He breaks a mirror that morning, gathers up the broken pieces and wonders if he believes in superstitions.

They’re introduced between mutual friends, a careful link of two languages, two nationalities and two people. Han Geng smiles carefully (Siwon doesn’t catch it, but a friend nudges Han Geng and winks) and introduces himself, and Siwon’s broken tries at Mandarin must be working because they’re up and dancing and suddenly having a good time.

They laugh and talk, and between patchwork conversations and a flow of alcohol, they think they get to know each other pretty well. But neither can shake the feeling – the nagging sense – they’re missing out on something.

Someone pours more wine into Siwon’s glass and he clicks it against Han Geng’s. “To first meetings.”

Han Geng pushes and pulls his emotions in all the right ways; he smiles and talks and pulls Siwon away from the crowd and under the starless night sky. He pulls and pushes every single emotion, and it’s not long before they’re pushed up against the side of the club, Han Geng looking up at him with flushed cheeks and hooded eyes.

There’s something a little strange about this, a little wrong, and Han Geng’s hand falls against Siwon’s chest and he knows. “God- Your, my, heart.”

I think I dreamt about having your heart. The words are swallowed before they fall from his lips in the careful fit of Han Geng’s mouth against his, thick with heat and a taste that slides down Siwon’s throat. He pushes closer, as close as he can get, and feels Han Geng’s pulse against his body. A shiver goes down his spine.

Everything stops before it starts, the pain flashing up his spine and tearing into his nerves before he has a chance to shout.

He can’t. He can’t remember. He can’t think.

He can’t see.

Siwon didn’t even want to take the trip to China in the first place, but his friends got the notion in their head of a vacation and his family’s private jet is their favorite mode of transportation, so suddenly a swamp of pleas and bribes were tossed in his direction. And he didn’t want to, but he gave in.

But he barely knew the language, let alone the way to call for an ambulance. He doesn’t have a clue how to get to the hospital.

And he’s not sure what to do because he’s standing here in the middle of the confusion, skin ice cold where heated lips were not even an hour before, and he can’t even remember how to ask, “What happened?”

What went wrong? Why is there blood on the concrete and why is the window of the club shattered just like his mirror shattered, weeks ago?

“I didn’t know him, I didn’t really know him,” Siwon tells all the sorry faces, all the hugs lined with pity and sincere sadness (for him, or for the Chinese boy he didn’t really know, the one shot in a freak tragedy, the one hooked up to machines with a no more chance of ever waking up, he isn’t sure). But he could be lying – he still remembers the feel of hot lips against his own and the steady beat pulsing through veins and into his own skin.

He shivers again, and someone asks if he’s cold. No, he thinks, not cold.

Terrified.

Siwon wakes up, twenty-four years old, and thinks maybe he’s dreaming about someone else’s heart beating in his chest. There’s a monitor with a steady beep against one white washed wall, and the IV hooked to his arm drips slow and steady, and when he reorients his thoughts he nearly chokes.

He’s not dreaming, he realizes. Not dreaming anymore.

(“You need a heart transplant,” The doctor says, carefully flipping through a chart. “Or else there’s nothing we can do for you, Mr. Choi.”

“Okay.” He’s got nothing left to lose.)

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Author's Notes: Comm/crits are love. <3
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Fire and Water - Drabble

2008-06-27T21:41:14Z

Title: Fire and Water
Fic Challenge: 098. Soothing, WC (9/100)
Author: kayjayloves
Chapter: Drabble
Pairing: Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul
Band: Super Junior
Genre: drama/romance
Rating: PG
Warning: none XD
Disclaimer: 'fraid I don't own these loves.

Synopsis: “I hate you. So kiss me.” It never crosses his mind to say no; when Heechul’s words are laced with anger and frustration and fear

Comments: Ah, yay for random drabbles. For supaahhchiinkk ~~all though it's not wonteuk and it's not smut~~ ^^;

The fight is something stupid, something irreversible that pulls the three of them in separate directions (only slightly, only now) and leaves Siwon helplessly standing in the door. Hankyung stays still, forgotten tea cooling in a white-knuckled grasp. It’s Heechul, eyes flashing and mouth snarling, who breaks the silence.

“I hate you. So kiss me.” It never crosses his mind to say no; when Heechul’s words are laced with anger and frustration and fear, he takes the harsh words and the underlying meaning and complies. He tastes the doubt, the love, and the fire on Heechul’s lips, in the caverns of his mouth, against quiet moans.

He burns hot where Siwon stays cool, warming him when he gets close – then singeing him in accidental flares of heat. The burns leave him gasping for air, but always, there’s a relieving douse of water in Hankyung’s quiet ways; and he’s playing the firefighter, soothing the flames.

Because Hankyung’s there at his back, mouth against his neck and hands tangling with Heechul’s, and he’s murmuring, “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” when the responsibility isn’t even his. Heechul is cooling, lips and skin still hot, but his eyes fading to simmering coals; Siwon is warm.

He finds a balance in them; Hankyung, the refreshing water for his soul when it’s parched and cracked, and Heechul, the burning heat to warm his skin and his heart. He finds relief.

“I love you. So kiss me.”

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Author's Notes: Where is all this Shihanchul coming from? >_> Anyways, comm/crits are love! <3
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Burn Like Stars - Oneshot

2008-06-27T05:11:19Z

Title: Burn Like Stars
Author: kayjayloves
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Kihyun/Lio
Band: Battle
Genre: drama/angst
Rating: PG16
Warning: prostitution
Disclaimer: 'fraid I don't own these loves.

Synopsis: He’s tall, and young (young like you, but he’s buying and you’re selling) and even though you’re not supposed to, you think you give a little bit of your heart to him.

Comments: Lio's POV. For simply_emotion! Because unintentionally writing Battle fics is always a good thing, right? >_>

“We’re all going to shine like stars,” She tells you, her hands a casual noose around your neck, her strong perfume billowing around you and burning your eyes. A mentor – a protector, she claimed, but you think the only thing she’ll serve to do is pull you down farther. She’ll help push you over the edge you’ve teetered on so precariously. (We’ll shine as we fall).

When they guide you into the streets, give you a corner and a goal and a figure that your customers should meet. It’s all too orderly, too neat, and you’re thinking maybe you’re too young for this - maybe you’re not prepared, even at the first appraising glance that has you shooting a cheeky smile back.

He’s tall, and young (young like you, but he’s buying and you’re selling) and even though you’re not supposed to, you think you give a little bit of your heart to him. The boundaries feel unclear in your head, tangled and stepped on in the heat of a moment, in the rush of air and electricity and overwhelming feeling – until you’re crashing down to crisp money pressed in your hand and a lazy gesture towards the door.

He’s tall, and young, and maybe you’re a little bit stupid. Maybe you’ll never see him again.

“I’m going to be a star.” You repeat the words later; the mirror reflects every lilt and imperfection in your smile, your eyes. You must look older now, you decide, even though only a few weeks have passed since your mentor (she’s gone, hitched or pregnant or dead, no one knows) whispered the idea into your ears.

Even if you’re not older, you’re dirty now – you can feel it and taste it in against your own tongue, still behind white teeth. You’ve touched sweaty skin, coaxed passion out of burning bodies, met and received (sold yourself to) the secrets of dark alleys and late nights. You live when the sun falters and the fluorescent lights of the city flicker on, but you can’t help feel a little bit dead. A little worn.

A little afraid, and a little caught on the idea that you might see a tall, young stranger again.

Your mentor never comes back, and even younger boys and girls trickle into the system – you find yourself an older brother to the smallest, most afraid (most like you were – still are) of them. Suddenly you’re whispering encouragement into ears that shouldn’t hear the sounds of this side of the city, and you find yourself romancing what you’ve grown to hate:

The city lights dance for the ones like you.

Sometimes you think you see him, a flash of dark hair or a young, sculptured face drawing your eyes before – no, not him. Never him. (and maybe you’ve forgotten what he looks like by now, the stranger with no name and a slowly fading face) You’re trapped in this life, security and survival and the painful hope of seeing someone long gone cementing your bonds.

You rise up in the ranks – you’re past feeling dirty now, but the creeping sense of being old remains. Old, old, so old at not even twenty and it’s so ironic you nearly choke on your own smothered laughter.

“Shut up, no one else is laughing,” says one of the ones in this longer than you, rubbing out his cigarette.

It’s more than a year later when you think you see him again – and the whole thing is too cheesy and unrealistic and you nearly let the moment slip away. But it is him (you think, you think, you think, you’re not so sure anymore, not so clear on the details from your memories) and he’s wearing a dark coat, staring into the window of one of the newly abandoned businesses on your territory.

You approach him; carefully notice that he’s shaking. Maybe he doesn’t hear you, or maybe he’s too caught up in his own thoughts, but you get closer than you ever expected to before he moves at all.

“Hey.” And he’s startled by your voice, looks up at you with reddening eyes and you almost want to take a step back (wonder if he always looked this real, this beautiful, this broken) but you’ve waited too long.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” He says, politely ignoring the flashes of skin and tight cloth that should define you so easily. Of course you do, you almost say, we slept together – but you stop, choke on sudden thought that maybe it was all a fantasy in your head. He brushes past you, nods carefully and quickly and hurries on.

He gets in the cab and never looks back. Never had a reason to.

You’re twenty and you’re old and you’re broken and the bitter irony isn’t funny anymore. Someone passes you a cigarette; you find yourself wondering (but not caring, not really, not anymore) about the girl with the thick perfume and the crazy notions from so long ago. You think of the words, twist them and breathe them out in a flurry of smoke. “We’ll burn like stars.”

A glowing ember sparks and fades on the dirty ground beneath your shoes. (We’ll burn as we fall).

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Author's Notes:
Comm/crits are much love, as always. <3

As for this fic, the inspiration came from Kiss and Control by AFI, as you'll probably notice if you read the lyrics. XD

"Tell you I'm sorry/You don't know how lovely you are/Tell you I need you, I've set you apart."

2008-06-18T03:22:53Z

To procrastinate from the writing I should be doing, I decided to do the next one of the alphabet meme >_>;

Dumb!friends:
LOL, oh god this almost encroaches on too mean for me >_>; But I have had a lot of dumb!friends, and what I mean by that is judgement/perception issues. The group I just got out of when middle school ended - um, a few of those girls were sleeping around at fourteen, a few are druggies/drinkers, and one of the guys recently got arrested for shoplifting, while high. Most of them have cut or purged/starved themselves, and at least one was suicidal at some point.

Some of them have gotten out of it, and some have reasons why they can't, but a lot of them are fucking everything up for themselves even more - and getting into more and more trouble.

Most of them really are really cool people, but they're being idiots - completely fucking up their lives, and even when the rest of us know there are reasons why all this is going on, they're chosing to ignore the help and the warnings. Other things may have pushed them in the direction they were going - but they're the ones who made the choice to stay in.

And it's incredibly frustrating, because there comes a point when I can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped, you know? No matter how much I care, I can only tell them I'm there, then watch them fuck up and bandage them afterwards.

...Yay, rant?

In other news, today it's hot and I've killed three spiders. And apparently my garage smells like a skunk. Yey.

"Do you remember when we were just kids?/In cardboard boxes, joking smiles, and what we would miss."

2008-06-17T03:32:17Z

I feel a little better :O God, it's nice that the Benadryl wore off >_>; Anyways, first three from the alphabet meme!

Age - of - Ep:
...Sometimes I still wish they were called Acqua Ep so I wouldn't mess up the band name so often. (for those of you who don't know them, Age - of - Ep [which used to be Acqua Ep before one of the members left] is a band made up of prior/current host guys, and it's Japanese rock/pop, with 5 singers, a guitarist and a bassist) Seriously, when I first learned of this band, I didn't have very high expectations - but I downloaded the first cd and went O___o they're not bad. (tbh the fact they were hosts is what caught my attention)

Since then, they've never failed to not disappoint me. xD OH, except they went through a brief visual kei period. ...Yeah, no.

A few tidbits:
Walk With U PV

My Ryo-bias is shiny.

Someone tell me how Ichiro sees?

Bad!fic
Is it just me or do different fandoms have more bad!fics then other? The bands that are less about being pretty and ~~whoring themselves~~ working for lots of popularity seem to have a more serious fanbase as well, and the fics seem to be (in general) better. :O

As for fics themselves - there's only a few things that really piss me off when people do it. First, type!speak like 'u' and 'lol' and such, should NOT be used in a fic. Such a turn off, and it makes it look like the writer doesn't know how to speak. >_>

And the other thing is when characters that are real people are completely warped to fit an author's desires. I can understand if it's a RP, or an AU where something happened to that character to make them a certain way, but there's certain traits about a person, and when someone writes the opposite it makes me a combo of 'D:' and 'O_o' and '><;' (lol, the faces explain better than my words would, I swear.) I can only take OOC up to a point. xD

Other then that, if a fic isn't my taste or isn't the writing I want to read, I just don't read it.

Cliches of the worst sort:
Oh man, the worst cliche is the cliche!personality, I HATE when one trait is picked out for a person, and everything about them revolves around that. IE:

Donghae + Aliens = Donghae is a spacey idiot and every other sentence needs extraterrestrials.

Sungmin + Pink + Bunnies = Sungmin is really a five year old girl who likes tea parties hiding in the body of a man in his twenties. Srsly.

Yesung + Coffee = Yesung's coffee fetish jumps the gap from morning caffiene to his bedroom life! Beware, without the coffee, he will kill.

>_> To name a few? *sweat*

Other then that, I don't mind cliches too much - sometimes I end up using cliches myself, really. But the same fic ideas over and over again do get old. (and some cliches I'm like D: gah, let someone die or something just to change it up a little) And the life cliches? Not the fic ones, but the cliche sayings of real life? Ugh, I hate when the cliche sayings are true >_>

Okay, that's it for now! Will do more of these tomorrow, I like talking >_>;;