$7.77 Ficlets
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help_japan , but I'll write a short ficlet here for anyone who sends $7.77 to the Red Cross disaster relief fund. You don't necessarily have to send the money to Japan (there was a quake in Yunnan, China as well!), but since I lived in Fukushima (i.e. earthquake/tsunami/nuclear central) for two years, I'd be very glad if your donations were directed to Japan.
Fandoms I'll write for:
Hikaru no Go (of course!)
Final Fantasy IV
Final Fantasy VI
Final Fantasy Tactics
Secret of Mana
Rurouni Kenshin
Yakitate! Japan
Magic Knight Rayearth
Shoujo Kakumei Utena
Ender's Game
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (yep)
Slam Dunk (added Mar. 16)
Comment on this post with a prompt, and I'll write the ficlet. I won't need you to send confirmation of the donation--we'll use the honour system.
Crossposting this tohikarunogo.
p.s. My town in Fukushima is okay. I don't think there were any deaths there at all. Most of the people I've tried to contact have replied saying they're all right. There's been a lot of damage, and the town is within 100km of the reactors so it's scary, but so far they've gotten through this relatively unscathed.
p.p.s. Japanese news coverage of the disaster is so...calm, orderly and practical compared to the gloomfest of English-language media coverage. I just learned how to make a stove out of an aluminum can, some salad oil, and some, uh, toothpicks? And to wrap myself in newspaper and saran wrap to keep out the cold. Visit so-and-so in Sendai for free milk (bring a plastic bottle). Dial 171 to send/receive messages to loved ones. If you want to help, don't go to the disaster zone, you'll just eat up what little food they have. Etc.
help_japan , but I'll write a short ficlet here for anyone who sends $7.77 to the Red Cross disaster relief fund. You don't necessarily have to send the money to Japan (there was a quake in Yunnan, China as well!), but since I lived in Fukushima (i.e. earthquake/tsunami/nuclear central) for two years, I'd be very glad if your donations were directed to Japan. Fandoms I'll write for:
Hikaru no Go (of course!)
Final Fantasy IV
Final Fantasy VI
Final Fantasy Tactics
Secret of Mana
Rurouni Kenshin
Yakitate! Japan
Magic Knight Rayearth
Shoujo Kakumei Utena
Ender's Game
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (yep)
Slam Dunk (added Mar. 16)
Comment on this post with a prompt, and I'll write the ficlet. I won't need you to send confirmation of the donation--we'll use the honour system.
Crossposting this to
hikarunogo.p.s. My town in Fukushima is okay. I don't think there were any deaths there at all. Most of the people I've tried to contact have replied saying they're all right. There's been a lot of damage, and the town is within 100km of the reactors so it's scary, but so far they've gotten through this relatively unscathed.
p.p.s. Japanese news coverage of the disaster is so...calm, orderly and practical compared to the gloomfest of English-language media coverage. I just learned how to make a stove out of an aluminum can, some salad oil, and some, uh, toothpicks? And to wrap myself in newspaper and saran wrap to keep out the cold. Visit so-and-so in Sendai for free milk (bring a plastic bottle). Dial 171 to send/receive messages to loved ones. If you want to help, don't go to the disaster zone, you'll just eat up what little food they have. Etc.
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Date: 2011-03-16 01:07 am (UTC)Prompt:
Either
Waya, Isumi, hair (Hikaru no Go)
or
Anthy, Utena, paths crossing (Shoujo Kakumei Utena)
Honestly, though, I'd enjoy just about anything from either of those fandoms.
This is probably not what you had in mind
Date: 2011-03-16 02:22 am (UTC)Utena decided one day that she did not want to be a prince on a white horse. She wanted to be an astronaut in a white spacesuit flying on a white shuttle to the white moon.
She was flying through the stars on her white shuttle one day when she happened to glance out her window at the dead black sky. In the dead black sky she saw a castle, an upside-down castle, floating there like it had some business with her.
“Why, hello,” she said to the castle. “Have I met you before?”
Then she realized the absurdity of her question and the absurdity of her imagination, and the castle disappeared.
So Utena continued her lonely hero’s journey.
As she steered her lovely sleek white shuttle into the docking bay of the space station Kibou, she remembered a dream she’d once had of dancing in space surrounded by flowers with her arm around the loveliest rose of them all-- the rose of the earth, which could prick her with its thorns, or brush her skin with its soft red petals and bring her the greatest delight.
“There was a girl in a red dress,” she said to herself with a thoughtful tilt of her head. “A princess in a castle, but who was she?”
The castle flickered into view again. It seemed closer now, almost as if it were...traveling to meet her?
Utena-sama.
What?
Utena-sama! I’ll find you. Wait for me there. I’m redirecting the castle toward the Delpha Quadrant for a while, but the shadow girls said it will only take a few years to complete our mission. Wait for me!
Utena was hearing very weird brain wave signals.
She shook her head, making the castle disappear once again. Castles were for kids anyway. Space stations, now, those were toys for adults.
Utena locked herself up in her white tower, and waited for her princess to come.
Re: This is probably not what you had in mind
Date: 2011-03-16 03:12 am (UTC)(Wondering what Anthy's up to in the Delpha quadrant...)
<3 <3 <3
Re: This is probably not what you had in mind
Date: 2011-03-16 04:02 am (UTC)(Anthy has to go fight curry aliens! Maybe)
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Date: 2011-03-16 01:12 am (UTC)ETA: The pps about Japanese news is both awe-inspiring and saddening.
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Date: 2011-03-16 04:04 am (UTC)I like to take the survival tips as awe-inspiring. There's really something to be said for the Japanese ganbare/gaman spirit.
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Date: 2011-03-16 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-17 12:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-22 09:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-22 11:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-16 05:03 am (UTC)I'll figure it out somehow. I intend both to donate and to produce some fic, so here's hoping it all ends up okay.
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Date: 2011-03-17 12:34 am (UTC)I'm sure you'll be fine with the process though. Just copy what everyone else does. :D
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Date: 2011-03-16 11:05 am (UTC)FAILSAUCE CITY
Date: 2011-03-17 12:35 am (UTC)REQUEST SLAM DUNK NOW.
Re: FAILSAUCE CITY
Date: 2011-03-17 01:49 am (UTC)Just to make it hard on you: Miyagi and Kogure. Serious fic.
OH MAN I TOTALLY GOT YOU HERE BAB-EH.
Just donated $10 to Japan Earthquake and Tsunami Relief Fund from Global Giving and $10 to Red Cross. Conquer the nation.
Re: FAILSAUCE CITY
Date: 2011-03-17 10:44 pm (UTC)Re: FAILSAUCE CITY
Date: 2011-03-18 12:35 am (UTC)Re: FAILSAUCE CITY IS FULL OF BASKETBALL
Date: 2011-03-24 07:08 am (UTC)Kogure watched, half-hopeful and half-nostalgic (already nostalgic, was he?), as Miyagi (newly christened captain of Shohoku, not Akagi’s team anymore) dribbled once, twice, slow and patient as you please, eyes forward, aware of every man on the court, while Mitsui hunkered down and put up his defense, body squared and arms spread wide (he was still making up for lost time, even after time had run out), waiting for Miyagi’s attack, which would be fast and explosive and unpredictable, everything that made Shohoku Shohoku.
Kogure wasn’t sure who he wanted to win this first salvo--Miyagi, who needed to show his worth to his fledgling team, or Mitsui, who represented the old guard, and whom Kogure had always cheered for out of admiration and comraderie and because Mitsui needed it. But Kogure knew that things were changing now, Shohoku was changing, and Kogure always wanted what was best for Shohoku, even now that he was no longer part of the team; he wanted Miyagi to win this one.
He wanted to see Miyagi fly.
There was no time to think or analyze when Miyagi made his move. One second he was languidly dribbling, the next he was exploding forward, using the bigger and heavier Kakuta like a screen (never mind that Kakuta was on the opposite team) to cut off Mitsui so he could carry the ball in a wide-legged leap up to the net. One sweet finger-roll later and it was two-oh for Miyagi’s team.
Kogure saw Haruko give a gasp of surprise and Ayako’s mouth split into a wide grin. He saw Miyagi say something cheeky that made Mitsui grunt with irritation. He saw Yasuda clap Miyagi on the back, Shiozaki ruffle Miyagi's fluffy hair. And he felt, more than saw, Akagi at Kogure's side raise his head up slightly in approval.
Kogure, watching from afar, smiled.
Prompt
Date: 2011-03-16 12:10 pm (UTC)Miles long joke aside, may I be that bold to request a Rurouni Kenshin fic of Kenshin x Tomoe pairing. If not, HKG time-travel fic will be fine.
phppsmss
Re: Prompt
Date: 2011-03-16 12:12 pm (UTC)Re: Prompt
Date: 2011-03-17 12:38 am (UTC)HKG = Hikaru no Go?
Re: Prompt
Date: 2011-03-17 04:35 am (UTC)Re: Prompt
Date: 2011-04-03 08:52 pm (UTC)Re: Prompt
Date: 2011-04-16 05:33 am (UTC)I am sorry, this is beyond late!!!
Date: 2011-07-19 11:47 pm (UTC)Here, but a day’s walk from the last lantern light on the outskirts of Kyoto, the world is too idyllic for war.
The maple leaves are just beginning to turn colour now, yellows and oranges mixed among the greens, and the winds of autumn sigh to her a false litany of peace while she waits for the scent of war fires and the screams of horses and for honour-bound killers to ride the winds to her doorstep.
He will be home soon. Tomoe waits, for she is always the one who waits, with their dinner set out beside their humble brazier. Today she has prepared a strange yam soup and plain rice and a small plate laden with precious mountain vegetables, a gift from the old midwife who lives alone down the dirt road, in idyll.
He will be home soon.
----
Here, in this world apart from the world, he gives in to smiles too easily.
Here, in their beggar’s paradise, he makes medicine and and she makes meals; here, he plays games with children and she plays at being a dutiful wife. At night, he does not touch her; at night, she lies awake and thinks about what she will do if she is touched. In his sleep, he does not dream that she is poison; in her sleep, as elsewhere, she dreams of nothing else.
A woman is the best poison, they told her, those men with their leering grins and the dried blood under their fingernails and their tales of how a woman could take revenge without a sword. Find us his weaknesses, and we will become your swords, they told her. A pretty face is all it takes.
In her waking hours she contemplates the many ways a woman can slip poison into a man: in his medicine, in his meals, between her lips, between her legs. If he touches her, tries to take from her what belonged to her beloved Akira...but he never tries to take, of course, for he is just a boy, and she a wife who has never lain with her husband.
He smiles too easily now, she thinks. He looks nothing like Akira, but when the tilt of his mouth is just so, just so, she feels her heart stutter for a moment, as if vengeance were a moth beating papery wings against her breast, and she wonders how can he not hear it? He is losing the best and worst part of him, he is losing what makes him the man she set out to murder, and she is losing her resolve with every tadaima and okaeri and every pot of rice they share.
A woman is the best poison, they told her, but it is a treacherous weapon, her only weapon, and if she were a man with a sword she could end this fairy tale with two swift strokes, one for his neck and one for her belly, clean and simple and final, without need for poisons or pretty faces or smiles, and she would not care if he struck her down midswing because in death she would not feel anything of paper moths, would not feel how fragile their beating wings could feel against her heart, and she could be with Akira instead of here preparing him this humble meal and waiting for him to taste it, because it must be true that a woman is the best poison if even he cannot taste it seeping into him, if only she can taste it seeping into her.
The meal is getting cold, she thinks, calmly. She slides the dishes closer to the brazier.
----
He is home.
He closes the door behind him, trapping the wind outside and her inside with him. He smiles, too easily, too sweetly. Tadaima, he says. Okaeri, she replies. The moth’s wings flutter beside her heart.
He lays down his sword and seats himself across from her at the table. They eat the simple meal she has prepared for him. All he tastes is yam and rice and mountain vegetables.
After, he sleeps and does not dream that she is poison. She sleeps, and dreams of nothing else.
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Date: 2011-03-24 09:05 am (UTC)I sent my donation to the Red Cross.
Prompt: HnG 'Said Sai to he Honibou...' (ficlet or...perhaps... poem?)
If Ive run into your busy patch already, no worries, it can wait.
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Date: 2011-03-25 11:33 pm (UTC)Sorry this is so late!
Date: 2011-07-25 04:17 am (UTC)