Judar scowled at him. “So who did pick him as a king? Couldn’t be the High Priestess; she doesn’t help anybody but Reim. That crazy wanderer Yunan, maybe… though if he was poking around in the Oasis Cities, he would have almost had to come through Balbadd first, and if he did, he should have seen you.” The magi flipped his braid back, thick baubles of hair drifting as if they weighed no more than cotton lint. Continue reading
In her decades of partnership with Sode no Shirayuki, Kuchiki Rukia had seen many strange things within her own mind. A thundering waterfall, pouring down torrents of diamond ice. The stillness of winter dawn, with the Northern Lights still dancing. Continue reading
Alibaba hadn’t picked up Aladdin because he felt sorry for the kid, Cassim decided, as Judar dodged yet another thrown knife with a smirk and a tsk about his aim. Alibaba had picked up the kid because… apples, trees. Birds, feathers. Iron, lodestone. Like pulled to like, and magicians were absolutely insane. Continue reading
Darkness swallowed him-
And spit him out, to the saner, ordinary darkness of Ichigo’s bedroom, Continue reading
Sometimes the bunnies just want fluff. Meaning they give me odd images like this:
SG-1 and the Happy Hungry Bunch, both hiding from the authorities in an alley.
It’s not big enough for the both of them…. Continue reading
“You are insane.”
“What, ’cause I listen to you? ‘I am the last of the Quincy.’ ‘For the honor and pride of the Quincy, I will defeat you.’ Your honor is yours, Uryuu. Nobody else can touch it. Continue reading
Whispers of Fire Chapter 9, The definition of stress, is up on Archive Of Our Own.
…I’ve been told I am Evil.
Really, it took people this long to figure it out? *Halo*