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DMMD Secret Santa 2014: A ClearAo Christmas"I wonder when Clear will return..." The man looks out of the frosty window of his home. Snow lightly covers the ground, but is quickly melted away by tires and feet. It doesn't snow much in Midorijima, but Aoba appreciates it when it does. Winter is Aoba's favorite season. They'll even take special trips to the main land to get into frozen fun. Then went the night gets too cold, they return inside and warm up with giant piles of blankets and a fire.DMMD Secret Santa 2014: A ClearAo Christmas by MCRjunkie1
But Clear was nowhere to been seen. He left early, carefully not waking up his blue-haired love as he slept in. No note from him, just saying he had something to do. Aoba sighed and went into the kitchen. He reheated yesterday's coffee and sat down at the table. He checked his Coil for any messages. None were left from anyone, especially none from Clear. The coffee was bitter when it was finished. Even Clear can make old coffee taste fresh. The little house creaked when the wind blew over it, reminding Aoba was all alone.
Minao SoulmatesThe smell of burning herb and cinnamon enveloped the air in the dimmed bedroom. Walls were covered in handwoven tapestry and paintings. A bed sits, draped with thick blankets and two men. Both of them naked and laying on each other, the light casting soft shadows on them. One man is much older than his companion, much darker and taller. The other man is skinnier, paler, and fragile looking. They intertwine their arms and legs together, seeming as one. Their heartbeats synced together.Minao Soulmates by MCRjunkie1
Mink trails his fingers from Aoba's head down to his neck, holding it lightly. Aoba burrowing in his lover's broad chest. They stay silent which feels like an eternity. It's an usual weekend past-time they do; just lay in the other lover's arm and be in peace with their surroundings. No noise. No talking. But only their joint souls will engage in conversation. The shells of their bodies modeled perfectly to fit together in embrace, thanks to the height difference.
On an astral plane somewhere in another u
A pipe overhead drips unnameable wastewater.A pipe overhead drips unnameable wastewater to the pavement below. It's been raining again. It's been raining nonstop since the beginning of the month- by the lunar calendar, that is.A pipe overhead drips unnameable wastewater. by verityvirtue
Despite the rain, people still ventured out to stick red candles in the soggy ground; people stuck incense sticks in orange steamed cakes in the corridors instead. Despite the rain, people still burned joss paper in metal bins, even if the bins were damp and the void decks were smoke-filled. Altars everywhere: one in a basement carpark, one dripping at the side of a building, one in the corner of an office complex.
A Basement Walker once told me she saw something - a very big something - hunching over one of these altars. She watched it, and when it was gone, it had taken the orange cake with it.
An officious-looking man strides past.An officious-looking man strides past, clipboard in hand. He stops in front of a shophouse, inspects the floor tiles. He makes a mark on the wad of paper on his clipboard, but he's not done.An officious-looking man strides past. by verityvirtue
He reaches into his pocket and draws out a magnifying glass... well, it looks like a magnifying glass, but there is a sheen about it which doesn't look like glass. He handles it with fleet-fingered flair, inspecting the flowered tiles on the floor, the pillars, even the cat napping at the steps of the shop. He seems satisfied.
The shopkeeper continues her work as if she can't see the man.
Understanding As I try and sleep tonight, two things come into my mind. One is my economics test tomorrow, and the other is about my writing.Understanding by infinitywarriorinc
All I did, had done and will do, revolved around some sort of romantic setting, usually with two different species involved. I knew not why, and for the longest of times, I didn't question it.
So, after a year of animes and mangas, I still find myself preferring romantic settings with different species involved (often nekos, or otherwise.) I asked myself, about two weeks ago, "Why do I enjoy this?"
The questions sprang about in my head: "Is it because I cannot understand what 'love' means?"; "Is it because of my fascination with the possibility of other sentient species?"; "Or perhaps, it just differs from the norm, and it intrigues me more and more?"
Then, I hadn't an idea of what it meant or what it was. But tonight, I think I finally understand. The romance, the Romeo & Juliet, the youkai and the h
1984 Through Music 1984 Through Music1984 Through Music by GoodTiming
Music has the ability to either reflect or inspire with just a simple tune or complicated melody. Whether it comes from an mp3 player, phonograph, or a live band, people constantly turn to music to release the day's stresses and inspire themselves with new ideas. A song has a power that allows anyone to interpret their own meaning and apply it to daily life. For Winston Smith, a Party member in George Orwell's 1984, music allows him to see simplicity and beautiful in a frightening, ugly, and utterly hopeless world. Through songs in the novel, Winston is able to hope for a brighter tomorrow, see respect for the true past, and highlight stronger negative emotions.
Sometimes, music can be used to convey a sense of tragedy or negative emotion. It can reflect a broken spirit through a haunting melody or meaningful lyrics. Orwell plays on this in a scene where Winston sits in the Chestnut Tree Café. He observes three men, J
The Goddess's Forsaken Island - First ContactThe Goddess's Forsaken Island - First Contact by pwassonne
That's it. It should be over there.
Except it isn't.
Actually, wasn't there originally more than one? Like, three of them?
The elevator will be broken, of course.
I haven't been on the island many times, but I remember it quite well, from seeing it through my Goddess's eyes. This time, it will be the other way round. I was repairing my little house, just a normal house, and then I remembered the island. A long time ago, the Goddess left this world. It seems like the island has been deserted ever since.
(And then my Goddess says, I wonder if people settled on it.
That would be fun.
But I'm skeptical.)
The elevator is indeed broken. About half the wooden platform is gone, and there's water everywhere, flowing, I forgot to bring a bucket, there's no way I can get to the basement, never mind, it could be worse. At least there isn't any lava.
I swim away.
The waterfall is right there, and I'm not sure if that's where it's supposed to be. Never mind. It's a long way
Forbidden Fruit"What are you doing?"Forbidden Fruit by mirz-alt
He was standing behind her and she could hear gentle movements, like shifting of cloth. Suddenly soft fabric fell across her eyes. She could feel it tighten around her head as he pulled and knotted it behind her.
"I don't understand?" she asked. She wasn't scared, but a bit of apprehension was creeping into her bones.
She could feel him move in front of her. He was standing close and his hand brushed her cheek. "I want to kiss you," he admitted, his voice both nervous and self-assured.
"But..." she argued, not sure what to say beyond that sole word. She knew she couldn't. She knew she shouldn't.
"See no evil," he murmured.
She didn't understand, but she trembled as he moved towards her.
"It's not a sin if you don't know who's kissing you," he whispered.
As his lips met hers, her heart raced, her arms pulling him close.
"The sin is not in the kissing, " she countered softly, as he pulled away. "The sin is in the wanting it."