Send me another letter...

Hello! Welcome to my journal! It's mostly friends only. Things that I don't mind anyone seeing (such as fanfictions, stories and some cosplay photos) can be viewed by the public. Please comment if you'd like to friend me!




PS. I get a lot of my icons from Photobucket, so just let me know if they're yours and I will credit right away!

Why not Day 3 you may ask? Well, because I was a derp and forgot the battery for my camera that morning. |: SO... XD Could those please be included on the DVD I get from you too, Michelle...? From the Hetalia waifu carrying day?

OH! But I did find THIS on YouTube which features us!
I think I laughed most when I watched Belarus tormenting me. I didn't know someone was filming me!!!

I actually do have a few from Day 3 evening, but the best by far is this one, where we saw the sign that read:
( WHOOOOOOOP! )


OKAY ONTO THE PICSPAM~.

DAY 4: Mostly our Hetalia shoot, and a few pictures from waltzing around the con in Lambo cosplay.

( Last day shenanigans. )


( Wandering around the con on the last day. )


And those are all the pictures I have. D': UNTIL NEXT YEAR! ;D

DAY 2: Most of this is the Link and Linebeck photoshoot that Tigmo and I ended up doing, photographed by the most awesome Bernamen, but we did go to the Legend of Zelda gathering first!

( Link And Linebeck, We're sailin' the ocean! Slicin' through chus and drinkin' red potion! )

Later at Famimia, we met three cute schoolgirls... ( Haruhi photoshoot pictures. )

Then we went outside to continue our mission!
( Phantom Hourglass photoshoot pictures. )

And more in day three! But if you don't want to wait, here is a link to the pictures on photobucket!

DAY 1: Vongola shoot pictures located here!

( APH gathering! )

Here's Part 1 for those of you that are interested and missed it.

( Before the woman could reply... )

So I didn't get to go to the Renaissance Faire today, 'cause my dad was too busy to drive us there. *sigh* ... *gets over it* OH WELL...! There's always next year.

Instead, I spent the day chores and looking over a story I'd started writing a bit after iP, and edited it a trifle to fix it up. :D Let me know what you think, and I'll be off to do some homework...!


( A blade shone in the bright, early afternoon sun, reflecting the image of a... )

I FINISHED MY FINALS TODAY. WHOO. Tomorrow/Later today I'm driving down to San Diego to see Kiki.

... Okay, that said~ Here's another Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance fanfiction for you to enjoy. The pairings are IkeXSoren, one-sided Sothe-->Ike and one-sided Tormod-->Sothe.


Look at me.

Sothe stared up at Ike.

Ike, look at me. Ike. Ike.

The Commander's eyes were fixed upon the Soren as the mage dashed towards an axeman. With elegant motions of his hands, the mage brought forth the cutting edges of wind to slice into the axeman.

A smile flooded onto Ike's face, and he turned to Sothe.

Sothe's heart skipped a beat as Ike's pure blue eyes fell upon his face, and he straightened up. Nearby, Zihark's sword clanged against an axe blade, the noise ringing out like a bell off of the stone walls.

"Go, open up the chest, Sothe!" Ike motioned for the young rogue to move forward. "Quick, while the rest of us distract them."

"Yes, Commander!" Sothe obediently dashed into the fray, past the preoccupied axemen and swordsmen, with his knife in his hand. He was prepared to do anything for his Commander. He ducked between his warring comrades, hearing Ike's voice shouting orders to the other mercenaries. Sothe caught Tormod's name in a sentence with his own. Once again, he was paired up with that fire mage. Bah. ... Oh well, Commander Ike knew what he was doing. Sothe would care for Tormod if Ike felt it was necessary.

"Sothe, look out!" Sothe slid to a halt as a swordsman raised his blade in front of the small rogue. Fire exploded around the swordsman and Sothe raised his arm to shield his face from the heat. Tormod ran up beside Sothe, his arms raised to provide a second explosion of flame.

Sothe spared only a glance for Tormod's grinning face before barreling towards the chest again.

He dropped to his knees beside the chest and placed his hands on either side of the lock. The rogue fumbled as he tried to draw out his lock pick. He could hear the clanking of armor behind him. Sothe pushed the pick into the lock, trying to concentrate of the tell-tale click of the lock opening.

Tormod stood beside the chest, alert, and ready to attack anyone before they could injure the thieving rogue at work.

The young rogue flung the chest open, and grabbed what was inside--a Seraph Robe. He stuffed it into his pouch and spun around as he heard Ike's shout.

"SOREN!" An enemy fire mage was lifting his arms--in a similar fashion to how Tormod had minutes before--to cast a spell upon Ike's wind mage.

Soren took a step back, standing regally, prepared to take the hit.

Ike bounded forward, his red cape flowing out behind him as he bounded between the enemy mage and his own.

"Commander!" Sothe cried, running towards the two. Sothe could make out Soren's face--his red, half-laguz eyes wide in shock and cheeks stained a rose shade--before fire surrounded the two of them.

"Wait!" Tormod grabbed Sothe's shoulder.

"Let me go, Tormod!" Sothe fought to get away from the fire mage.

"Sothe, you're not strong enough; you'll get hurt!" Tormod wouldn't release the little rogue.

Sothe noticed a thin, shallow cut on Tormod's arm that made him pause for a moment.

The fire mage took the momentary lapse in struggling as Sothe's resignation, but kept a firm grip on the small rogue, "Stay here with m-mMPH-!"

Sothe elbowed Tormod in the ribs, and with a grunt from the fire mage, Sothe was released. He dashed forward, but stopped short as a javelin plunged in front of him, barring his way to Ike.

The rogue clenched his teeth and tugged out his kard as he faced his new opponent, trying to peer past his javelin-weilding foe to catch a glimpse of his commander beyond.

"You idiot!" Soren hissed, pulling away from Ike. Ike's charred red cape fell away from Soren's shoulders, to once again hang behind Ike. "Why did you do that..?!" his face was stained with soot, but the brunt of the fire had been absorbed by Ike and his tattered red cape.

Ike grinned at Soren's frown, "It's a good thing you're so skinny. I could wrap you right up." His eyes were filled with a soft, gentle warmth that Sothe had never seen before.

Sothe paid for his distraction, and a spire of pain speared through him as cold metal bit into his side; yet, he could still not tear his eyes away from his Commander and the halfblood wind mage.

The wind mage's claret eyes widened in a scandalized manner, "You bl-" Soren cut off, and thrust his hand outward. Thunder crashed down from above, striking the enemy fire mage before another attack could be cast upon the pair.

Sothe had not missed a moment of the exchange, even as his kard finally brought down his opponent. He held his hand over the wound in his side, and continued to gaze at the wind mage staring coldly at his Commander, the blush beneath the soot betraying his reproving glare. Sothe's golden eyes shifted to Ike, smiling happily at Soren, words of gratitude spilling from his mouth.

Soren's hand briefly touched Ike's arm, silencing the Commander as the wind mage motioned to the exit of the castle and Ike's other mercenaries hard at work. And there it was again, as Ike stopped speaking. That look. That special, tender gaze that was just for the wind mage.

Soren muttered something that sounded impateint and Ike gave Soren a nod. A moment later the pair plunged into battle once again, attacking in harmony and driving towards their escape.

Sothe did not speak. He limped forward, clinging to his kard, his expression blank.

The young rogue felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see the placid face of the swordsman Zihark. The empathetic expression the swordsman wore made Sothe pull away with an angry glower.

"Sothe, you need a vulnerary," Zihark's calm voice seemed to ease Sothe, even though he tried to keep his sullen expression as he stared at the ground.

"I don't need it," Sothe snapped, "Give it to Tormod. He was injured before I was."

"I don't have a hole in my side," Tormod's cheery voice made Sothe look up in surprise. Tormod stood in front of him, holding the vulnerary out for Sothe to take. "C'mon, take it and we'll get out of here."

"No," Sothe frowned, reaching forward and taking Tormod's other hand, "let's go now! We can't fall behind!" He dragged the fire mage behind him, dashing after Ike, Soren and the other mercenaries.

Tormod's cheeks darkened as he was pulled behind the small rogue. He smiled and quickened his pace to keep up behind Sothe, so the rogue was not driving him along more than Tormod's own two legs.

Sothe held onto the fire mage's hand tightly. He could not let Tormod be injured and heal himself. If there was a vulnerary, it was Tormod's first. Ike had given him charge of the fire mage, and it was his job to keep Tormod safe and well, to follow Ike's orders, no matter what! He'd make his Commander proud! Ike would notice his skills and look at him that special way too...



Hahaha, did you like it?
... Poor Sothe... Ike never does look at him in that special way. Only meat Soren gets that special gaze.
This one was a lot more angsty, since it centered around Sothe instead of Soren. ... Not that Soren isn't angsty, but at least his feelings are [somewhat] reciprocated. Hahaha.

Okay, I studied a little bit on Friday night. My dad helped me with some Electrochemistry, but I didn't really need it. =w=; Electrochemisty is the easiest part of Chemistry for me...

Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance.

And I'm inspired so I'm going to write a little fanfiction while my cat drools on my lap:


Dear Journal,

Commander Greil was killed. Two nights ago, Ike dragged our mortally wounded Commander back to Gebal Castle.

Ike has been named the new Commander of the company.

Shinon was furious. He refused to be lead by Ike. He claimed he would make a better leader than Ike. The gall. I know Shinon wasn't serious; he probably just expected Titania to become leader. I will admit, Ike is young, and has a lot of experience yet to gain, but he will make a better Commander than anyone in the group. Even Titania.

Shinon left, and took Gatrie with him.

Everyone else is still here. And a myrmidon named Mia has joined us. She was a little too friendly with Ike for my liking, but... I suppose she's alright.

I'm frankly a little surprised that Boyd accepted Ike as leader so quickly and so completely. Boyd has always felt the need to compete with Ike. I suppose he realizes this is how it is going to be, and trusts the Commander's decision for naming Ike his successor.

Titania was in love with Commander Greil. It was obvious to everyone, even the Commander himself. She was perhaps even more striken by Commander Greil's death than Ike. I heard her crying last night.

Ike gave me a fire tome he won in battle. I remember how he rushed out in front of me, so I wouldn't be attacked by that Fire Mage. He knows I'm weak against Fire. .... Ike.

He came to me last night, and told me all about what happened. (I will write about that later.) He also asked if I was going to stay. As if he even has to ask. I can't leave him. Ike is so blindly idealistic. He needs me there to tell him the sensible side of things, too, otherwise he will go and get himself killed in some fool battle.

We were sitting on my bed, and the moonlight was pouring into my room through the arrow slits in the wall. I placed my hand on his shoulder. He looked like he needed some compassion. And, as long as no one was there to see, it was alright to show him some.

He suddenly threw his arms around me, buried his head into my shoulder, and said, "Oh, Soren... Why can't I cry? I'm so upset, but I can't cry. Why can't I cry for him? I'm his son!"

My heart was pounding so hard. I have never seen him like that before. I pushed him away from myself slightly so I could look into his blue eyes with my claret, halfblood eyes. I told him, "Ike. You are strong. You are strong for all of us. You are strong for Rhys, for Mist, for Oscar and Boyd, for Rolf, for Titania, and for me." (I left out Mia and the Princess because I don't like them they've only just met the rest of us.) I brushed some of his navy bangs out of his face--or tried to, they flipped right back--and I continued, "Ike you are being our Commander. You know Commander Greil would not want you to waste a moment shedding tears over the past. He would want you to act as our solid leader. He would want you to be the courageous and fierce Commander we all can trust and rely on. You are doing just that. You are not just his son. You are his successor, and our leader. And I am certain you are making him proud."

Ike's eyes lit up, with that sapphirus glitter that always makes my heart do flip-flops gives me hope and he smiled. "You're right. He wouldn't want me to waste time moping around," he said, and released me from his grasp. "I'll be the best Commander I can be, for my father, and for all of you!"

"That sounds more like the Ike I know," I said, feeling heartened.

Ike grinned, "Thank you, Soren. Where would I be without you?"

"In some grave, I expect," I replied bluntly. "Now go get some rest."

He nodded and stood up, but paused before walking to the door. The ranger turned, with a shy smile on his face, and asked, "Hey, Soren... Can I sleep on your room tonight?"

I hope he did not see how red my face got in the semidarkness. "O-Of course!" I replied.

"Thanks," he smiled and began pulling off his cape and light leather armor.

I decided I should ready myself for bed, too, and unrolled my pack. I got into my sleepwear and turned around to find Ike making himself comfortable in my bed.

"What are you doing?!" I demanded.

"Well you don't expect me to sleep on the floor, do you?" he asked, giving me an impish smirk. "It's stone. I'll wake up sore. C'mon, Soren, we slept together plenty of times when we were kids. And you loved it. I'd always wake up with you cuddled next to me."

"That's because you'd always starfish out to take the entire bed! If I didn't cuddle next to you, I would be on the floor!" I replied. This was only half-true. If I ever had a nightmare, I'd always curl up right beside him and it made me feel safe. But he will never know that. I pouted. "Fine. But if you start pushing me around, I'm kicking you out." The way he smiled back told me he knew it was a bluff. I would never kick him out, and he knew it.

I threw something at him, and he laughed and gestured for me to get in bed beside him. Still pouting, I conceded and crawled into bed.

He was only wearing underwear. My face almost exploded.

"Good night, Soren," Ike said.

I don't know how, but I managed to make my voice as calm and collected as it always is, "Good night... Commander."

Needless to say, it's been an eventful few days.

Always,
Soren.


My cat is giving me hives. Blood and ashes. I can't be this allergic to cats. How the hell am I supposed to be a vet if cats give me hives?!

... My physical body. It has problems. Oh, what problems it has. =_=; And I'm caged within it.

Oh well. It could be worse.

Anyway, I'm going to bed now. I want to be well-rested for my first final. Goodnight, friends of the flist~. I hope you enjoyed my little ficlet!

So 1cheezymonkey and I were talking on MSN.
She was bored.
And it resulted in THIS:

( Oh, Russia. ♥ )

A/N: Hurrrr.... Terrible writing. I could do much better, quite honestly. =w=; I'm super tired but I just can't sleep right now, because I have a lot on my mind. I think I Bel's too OoC here and I need a lot more descriptive language. Maybe next time I'll write Bel in first person. I think it'd be a little easier to keep him in character that way. And being slightly more conscious might help with writing descriptively.
Also the ending is just... like.. DERP.. because I was like, "HURR I WANNA GO TO BED, HOW CAN I END THIS?"


( I fail at writing fanfiction this late. )

(I wrote this, when Robin inspired me by describing her new pet fish in a very detailed way, and I said, "Wow, that was very descriptive!" She responded, "I want it to sound as pretty as it actually is," and it was such a simple reason... but it had such an impact on me... I realize I had forgotten to appreciate the lovely details in something I took for granted. So I wrote this! :D Thank you Robin!)


You taught me to see.

It's not that I didn't know how to see before, but I didn't understand what I saw. I didn't really see what I was looking at.

People always told me I had pretty eyes. I thought it was fun to watch them struggle to describe them, but I never really cared that much as to what they actually had to say. I didn't understand their plight when gazing at my eyes. I didn't understand how it brought them joy to see such a shade.

Not 'til you taught me how. And I can remember it perfectly. That day…

"Ayden! Look, look at the fish!"

"Why? I'm not hungry, I don't have to."

You were so excited. They were just fish. Future lunch for us or some bobcat or fossa. "Come on, Ayden!"

"No, I'm comfortable. I'm not moving until I have to." My eyes were closed, as they often were. I could feel the dappled light of the sun through the trees upon my skin. I was getting sunburned, but I didn't care. It felt nice, the warmth.

"Fine," you sounded huffy. "You don't know what you're missing. They are gorgeous. This one, this one here! It's skinny and pale orange, with red striped scales and long, ragged-looking red fins with veins of blue between them."

I could see the fish perfectly as you described it, swimming this way and that as your shadow was cast on the water. "That was… very detailed." It was just a fish... So insignificant... Yet you could produce out of it such a vivid image, with nothing but your words.

"Well, I want it to sound as pretty as it actually is," you carelessly replied.

Suddenly, I understood why you wanted me to come see the fish. I understood why my sister wanted me to look at the flowers in our garden in the springtime. I understood why people struggled to tell me the shade of my eyes.

And as I lay here, and gaze up at the lovely morning sky as my life spills onto the floor, I wish I could tell you how beautiful you made my world.


(I figure he'd be having some sort of flashback after a suicide attempt or something... whatever, the important part was the flashback itself, not the reasons behind it. Hahaha.)