Author: Marika Kailaya
Title: when great satan's gone
'Verse: Nagekawashii; Burning the Sound
Challenge: Angel Food: 12. damnation
Toppings: N/A
Wordcount: 1301
Rating: PG-13
A/N: a very very very LONG time post-BTS. =/

( Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. )

creativity love meme

(link eeeeverywhere. then other folks will do it. and possibly link to their shinies. and then i other people will find new shinies they find shiny. muahaha.)

Author: Marika Kailaya
Title: Epitaph
'Verse: Nagekawashii
Challenge: Angel Food: 1. deity/divinity
Toppings: N/A
Wordcount: 485
Rating: PG
A/N: N/A

( I am in everything. )

so you have some hickory nuts. you set them on a rock, and use another rock to crack them. 's how it's done. and this little boy walked in on his dad in the shower, pointed, and said, "what're those?" the dad said, "them's my nuts, boy." kid says, "are them the kind you set on a rock and crack?" man said, "no, they's the kind you set on a crack and rock."

*considers* there's a fic i'd like to write, greatly adding onto my List Of Reasons The Entire Shinto Set Of Deities Will One Day Come After Me In The Forms Of Giant Spiders Etc (before i eventually die? i intend to have given EVERY set of deities in EVERY religion reason to eat me. or. y'know. laugh, whichever). because nano is over i can write this fic! i can also write a lot of stuff with mal and pyre. i can write more of That Time Miyori Adopted A Human. i can join runaway_tales. i can DRAW SHIT and make shit and bind books. i can read stuff. namely stuff by cofmanynames. i can watch all the dramas i downloaded during nano. >_> alsoalsoalso they're showing the three's company christmas episode soon. THIS IS SO IMPORTANT IT DESERVES BOLD *AND* UNDERLINE IF I FELT LIKE BEING OBNOXIOUS.

furthermore, i have finally completed the outline of lpb. my outline is almost as long as my STORY. =| okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration. thus, nano was helpful, as i had no idea how i was going to pull this off. but now i know. *pleased* from here on out it might be easier and involve less hair-pulling and screaming at post-it notes.

( brief lpb babble. )

and i think i am Deathly Ill again. hard to tell.

surprise meme is like surprise buttsex but worse:

【ANOTHER ANON MEME】

well. er. finished nano, then.

*scratches head* it's actually kind of boring when you reach the 30th and don't have to pound out 18k more words before midnight.

oh. er. i guess i can go do Other Stuff now, huh? like. like write other stuff. >_> that's my idea of a reward, flist, uhhuh.

Title: Last Page Barricade
Author: Marika Kailaya
Chapter: 23
Rating: R
Word Count: 4983
Summary: Feel across the borderline.
A/N: N/A

( Yuku did not leave. )

marcus: *reaches into box of paint-stuff* hey, what's this? *pulls out pack of paintbrushes; as he does so one falls out of the pack* oh.
marika: ARGH. you're like a baby. *sigh* put it back.
marcus: *puts brushes back* it wouldn't have been so bad if one hadn't fallen out, would it?
marika: =| INFANT.
marcus: *defensive* i--i thought it was candy!
marika: ...
marcus: *realizes what he has said* *facepalm*

at least he didn't put it in his mouth.

on another subject entirely, one that i have decided is ultimately more important or at least more interesting, my novelist, lpb-era, had developed a very DEFINITE opinion of who he was. after he'd been a fox tortured by shi, after he'd been a fox killed by a lover, after he'd been reborn into a human and twenty-odd years later lost everything again down to his MEMORY, he shattered, and developed an image of himself that neither you nor he was allowed to touch. to quote from lpb: And there were faces to his memories now. Or not, but features, red hair, bloody arms, leather jackets, cigarettes in bruised hands (and he thought he'd bruised the hands, thought maybe this person's hands were bruised because he'd slammed them in a door and said nonchalantly that it had been accident, but that didn't fit with the profile he'd had to make for himself; cigarette burns as code for kisses would never).

( 'cigarette burns as code for kisses would never': take notes, class, this line is vital )

so you see the issues with yuku ultimately deciding he was going to rip all of that apart and rebuild meki from the beginning if he had to.

Title: Last Page Barricade
Author: Marika Kailaya
Chapter: 22
Rating: R
Word Count: 864
Summary: And I'll take the truth at any cost.
A/N: N/A

( In another world, in the same year, the once-White Lord sat for a long period of time. )

livejournal apparently thinks it's loads of fucking fun to suddenly decide my stories do not need paragraph separations when i post.

until i fix this, good luck reading. *snerk*

eta: aaaand fixed. i am going to go make myself some goddamned pancakes, livejournal.

ARRRRRRRRRGH.

i have a post-it note here, written at the beginning of lpb, stating that ( spoilersspoilersspoilers )

not that you get a daily fic rec ever or anything.

recessional over at dreamwidth has converted me to a ridiculous THING of squeaky noises and flailing, which admittedly she usually does (you should probably go see inland_territory; there's more fic there, all of which is worth reading to the extent that i cannot precisely pick a particular rec from there, although i might be VERY inclined to glee over Behind Mirrors). first off, it's really fucking heart-eating, this particular fic is, and i'm not even sure you have to be remotely familiar with the 'verse to go EEEE at it. second, hi, first person perspective of a character whose perspective is pretty much unendingly fascinating, if not just beautiful.

third, well. well. *flail* look. look, it's really really well-written! LOOK AT THIS FUCKING FIC. HERE HAVE AN EXCERPT: O my hope-bird: you answer the question, what is next. An accident in the shape of the world after all my plans and shapings of accidents before.

...it is a very, very good fic. <3

...do you realize nothing has ever gone right for the death lord? *amused* not a DAMN thing. oh sure, he managed to kill a few gods here and there. sure, he killed off hundreds of millions of humans and demons alike, both before and after the creation of the wretched world, both before and after his own DEATH. he forced several races to evolve into monsters under his long-term, er, 'care', and he's got himself a FINE place in history books, and mothers won't even use him to threaten their children to go to sleep or eat their dinners because half those mothers lost at least ONE child or SOMEONE ELSE to him or his cult and know damn well he is not to be spoken of lightly. the underworld king, yes! tell a lie and he'll rip your tongue out, kid. shi, NO OH MY GOD WHY WOULD I THREATEN MY BABY WITH THAT *THING*.

( but everything truly colossal he's attempted to do has backfired on him in some way. )

I MEAN GODDAMN. the man has NO LUCK. also, y'know, towards the end of his life he was pretty damn irrational and crazed anyway. still. FAIL, DEATH LORD. FAIL.

delilah and i are writing our nano novels.

marika: i really gotta pee!
marcus: well GO. take that--that hole in your pants--*points to hole in jeans knee* and GO PISS!
marika: no, man, i think i'll just leave the hole here. *holds out jeans away from leg*
marcus: no, just GO PEE
marika: no, i'm going to leave the hole here, all right?
marcus: *wads up fist* okay, i've got the hole.
marika: *stops on way out* you'll give it back to me when i get back, won't you?
marcus: *STOMPS GROUND* no, no, i've STOMPED THE HOLE TO DEATH.
marika: *DISTRAUGHT* WHY YOU BE STOMPING MY HOLE?

UNRELATED: I THINK IT'S AN ERASURE KINDA NIGHT, WHAT SAY YOU FLIST?

so instead of writing i did art instead. >_> um. meri lives with youraugustine, i just draw her badly. ;)

( ...i felt it appropriate that the gold on the sari looked like fire. )

(let's play What's Wrong With This Picture? well first off the visible hand. and the eyes. and the neck. and YEAH I KNOW. i do like how the amber and ruby came out, though?)

I GO WRITE NOW I SWEAR.

ETA: photobucket felt the need to resize it. HANG ON.
eta2.0: there. that's better.

music tiemz, i believe.

this song, by snow patrol, is...a very raizu song. rather, raizu as she is regarded by people who do not know what she can and will do to them and probably caught her in a brief moment where she was not angry, or by people who know all that very well and do not care (occasionally, if you are of certain novelist and librarian-y types, going so far as to stick around almost solely for that threat). it's an open window on a spring day, fresh and bright, and still subdued, her muted colours and oddly overwhelming but very pale light. she's as good as a ghost, as stated by lord shi, and she walks in lightness on bare feet, looking down. and there are SOME people who are content to curl up in her astonishingly faded and strangely warm light and colours, knowing that she is also a black, rough wall dripping with blood, and are willing (or, again, doing everything they can TO; let no one say meki & yuku are not ANNOYING BASTARDS) to be shoved into that repeatedly.

granted the voice is more yuku's--'s one of the reasons i listen to snow patrol at all, for that voice, and the general quiet exuberance of their songs. which i suppose makes it even more raizu-appropriate.

NOW that i have babbled EXCESSIVELY:

A NON-STORY-RELATED SONG! WHAT: this song, by horrorpops. i love it madly. i am going to marry it. *SQUISHES IT!*

and this song, by thea gilmore, which breaks my heart entirely not even just because her voice is fucking breathtaking.
singing, baby the truth is that this won't hurt at all
soon there'll just be feathers and the quiet of the fall

and yet more story related songs because I HAVE A VERY ONE-TRACK MIND/PLAYLIST/EVERYTHING ELSE: amanda palmer's cover of i will follow you into the dark. the original song is slightly adorable and rather soothing, and owned much of my playlist during burning the sound. the amanda palmer cover is rougher, and slower, and quieter, giving it an entirely different tone. and stilllll being claimed by mal & pyre, in an entirely different way.

and i think that's about it.

mad (*shoves music at*) love,
~marika