Livejournal, You’re Killing Me.

This is why my dream home always included a library room.

(With a nice big window to one side and big comfy chairs.)

I have too many books but also not enough books and I also have no space for books but I will make space for books

Kougami Foundation Internal Research Report: Long-term metaphysical human side-effects due to long-term bodily possession by a sentient avian-based alchemical construct. Or, How Izumi Shingo became a Disney Princess.

The first clue Ankh's possession had Changed Things was something anybody would miss. The balcony and windows of the Izumi apartment, Shingo’s car, favourite spot to eat lunch, etc. Japan was a clean place and bird droppings are only something you notice when they’re present.

The second clue was odd, but a bird attacking the robber Shingo had been chasing through the park- well it was close to nesting season- the conclusion anyone would come to is that the robber came too close to the bird’s nest. Between the adrenaline of the chase, cuffing the man, and the planning of the paperwork ahead, well, no-one ever thought to wonder why Shingo was exempt form the bird’s attack.

The third clue however, couldn’t be ignored or explained away.

It had been a long day, the latest in a sequence of long days, and it would be a long night as well. Shingo had not only missed lunch, but dinner as well, and wouldn’t be getting a break anytime soon to let him rectify the problem. A situation he lamented about out loud.

He found out that he had been overheard by more than his coworkers when not long after he spoke, a Tokyo raven- those eerily clever, oversized urban corvids- dropped off a bag of senbei, sold by a vending machine only few blocks away.

What if Ankh's title "King of the Birds" actually had some weight to it? With the King dead, the guy the King ended up posessing for a year seems as fitting a candidate for Regent until the King's ressurection right?

Honestly, even for a throw-away one-shot, I'm not that happy with this. Really needs a beta or co-author to punch it up I think.

I see this combined with the post just before this  :

crystal-caper: “I’m also trying to imagine a rotten vs rivet scenario but nothing is happening all I see is two dudes falling asleep on the ground instead. “

Then Esport and Sportacus come across the two sleeping Robbies, who have slightly cuddled up to each other in their sleep. Sportacus is all "Aww, and they look so content! I'm glad Robbie's got a new friend. I'll have to think of something quiet for everyone to do so they can get some rest."

Esport: Suddenly needs to go to his airship to ... uh, get in a workout so he can beat Sportacus in their next match. Yeah. It's got nothing to do with needing a cold shower and why are you bringing up twin fantasies?! Just because that oddly charming yet annoying do-gooder he's dating is currently curled up with his identical yet naughtier counterpart, does not mean there are are any fantasies going on here! It's about making sure he beats the pants off that sickening, watered-down, goody-two-shoes fake copy of his in their next competiton!

He's going to win big, so big that even that nerd of his will act as impressed he's supposed to be! And the nerd's double! They'll come running up, telling him how amazing he is, two pairs of creamy-pale hands running over his muscles, awestrck by the power they contain and... and...

So yes, two sports elves come across a pair of sleeping Robbies. The elf in blue greets the sight with soft, fond smile. The elf in red stands shock-still for an instant, cheeks slightly reddening before whirling around announcing that he needs to bench press something.

Rivet hands rotten a bottle of melatonin. rotten cries because he can finally fucjign sleep

Finally world peace achieved. Both of them can just nap in peace and temporarily ignore their sports elves. ((Rivet is 100% sure sportacus can handle his hell goblin. ))

Whoops

Forgot to post an update. Livejournal support was actually quite quick in responding to me, and very helpful. It ultimately involved me having to mess around with photobucket, to post something for them to use a verificaton, but I regained access of my LJ account Sep 4th, 2021. Considering it’s now Jan, 2022, just goes to show how infrequently I post stuff,

Biting the bullet.

Okay, my first tumblr. Whether this turns out to be a echoing wasteland or a den of endless reposts remains to be seen.

Sometimes the randomest stuff just sticks with you.

In this case, a sentence from a stranger making a comment to himself in a supermarket. “Can’t skimp on the dunny paper.”

It was, what, 15, 20? (or more?) years ago. I don’t remember what he looked like, nor the sound of his voice, (or really, anything else about that trip), but once upon a time, on a ski holiday with the family, in Mansfield, in the supermarket while were picking up some groceries, I overhead something apparently so profound that it and the location are etched into my memory.

Wait, there are people that don’t like his outfit? What’s wrong with them, it’s a good look on him.

The face may not be perfect, but still, that's pretty gorgeous.

eh. sometimes i get carried away with doodles.

an au tucker maybe? idk.

faces are hard. T^T

The expressions in #3 are pure perfection, Harry’s especially, this *is* Colin Firth as a dog.

#4 is a scene that would have happened in the movie if they were dogs.

Kingsdog : The Fluffy Service >(x)