baroqueangel: ([FMA] Havoc guns)
On Saturday night I decided to try something to get myself writing again. I sat down and just started typing. The first section is what happened. It is pretty much random crap that spewed from my brain and through my fingers to end up on the blank word document I had been staring at. It is complete nonesense but it is the first time in a very long time that I comunicated with my muses and that is a fantastic thing.

I tried the same thing last night and the second section is what happened. If you look carefully you might even be able to make out a drabble hidden among the randomness. They're exactly as I wrote them, I haven't reread them, but I wanted to post them here to keep myself motivated. Plus, I thought it was time to let you all know I was still alive >_>

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Saturday's randomness )

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Sunday's randomness that actually includes fic )
baroqueangel: ([kuro] Undertaker)
I'm busy, I'm stressed, and I should be doing other things but technically this will help... That's my story and I'm sticking to it :P

I've not been feeling the muses for a while now and unfortunately that goes for my original fic muses too which is bad when you consider I'm doing a creative writing course and the first assignment is due on Halloween (or there abouts). So, in an effort to shake loose whatever is blocking me I've decided to jump on the band wagon.

I apologise now if they take me a while and if they suck because I've never tried a fic quite so short before (okay, so there was that one 100 word fic I did in reply to something Lynx wrote but still...) but the point is I will try. And now that I've said all that, to the meme :)

Three Sentence Fic Meme

Comment with up to three fandoms and characters/pairings, and if you like, a one word prompt for each of them.  I'll comment back with something that hopefully doesn't suck too much. Also, you should all know which pairings I won't write and if you make the characters people I haven't written for before then I can pretty much promise suckage but other than that, have at it :)


Fandoms: FMA, Loveless, Death Note, Kuroshitsuji, Bleach, Vassalord, Ouran, Beyblade (but I doubt anyone would want that one), Ghost Hunt (never written for it before but I'll give it a try), Samurai Champloo, Gundam Wing (again, never written for it but I'll try). I think that covers it.

Have at it people, but don't be evil :) Also - no mpreg please!!

Additional: I think you lot are vastly overestimating my abilities, just saying...
baroqueangel: ([FMA] Wrath)
Title: May 12th
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Wrath
Rating: PG, PG-13 at a push for kissing
Warning: fluff?? Does that need a warning?
Words: 680
Summary: Roy does something nice and Wrath doesn’t know why.
A.N: For my Hikari, it’s a few days late but then I didn’t anticipate being ill and not having any motivation to do anything but feel like hell. I hope you like it, and I hope you understand what I’m trying to do.



Coffee smell is wonderful :) )
baroqueangel: ([FMA] Roy/Ed 1)

Title: Let my fingers do the walking
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Ed, Ed/Hand
Rating: Probably NC-17…maybe
Warning: Mentions of boy sex
Words: 806
Summary: Ed’s bored and Roy’s asleep. Ed’s also horny.
A.N: Based on the Pink song Fingers. So yeah, have another crappy song fic from me. If there are any mistakes I apologise. I thought I’d caught them all but I may have missed a grammatical problem here or there.


When it's late at night and you're fast asleep... )

baroqueangel: ([misc] plot bunny)

Title: Rebellion
Pairing/Characters: Ed, Kimblee
Rating: PG
Warning: Mentions of torture, swearing
Words: 553
Summary: Ed won’t give them up.
A.N: I blame lack of sleep and feeling like shit for this one. My head aches, my back aches and I tend to write what I feel so have Ed in the same pain as me. I have no idea, I really don’t, it just popped into my head. Let’s just pretend that Mustang failed and Dante/Father won shall we? :)

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He ached all over. His automail weighed heavily on his shoulder and leg ports and the muscles in the rest of his body were screaming at him to rest, to sleep. But sleep wouldn’t come. No matter how tired he felt, how much his brain wanted him to close his eyes and let it shut down for just a short amount of time the pain wouldn’t let him. And if it wasn’t the pain keeping him up it was him. That sadistic bastard in the stupid suit and that ridiculous hat.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been in this room, how long his arms had been chained above his head, how long he had been sat in this position but he knew it was longer than he would have liked.

He closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the wall, it hit hard but he wished it had hit harder then maybe it would knock him unconscious, unfortunately it seemed he was out of luck.

He licked his dry lips with a dry tongue, listened to his stomach complain and hoped that he had at least bought the others time to run and escape although he feared that it was already too late for that. As long as they were okay he could cope with the pain and the tiredness.

He opened his eyes at the first sound of banging, he looked towards the door and listened to the lock being dragged back and the heavy duty iron being pulled open. He watched as the man that plagued his current existence wandered in smiling down at him, teeth showing.

“So Mr Elric, how are we today?” Ed would have spat at him if he had had the saliva to spare. Instead he just glowered wishing that looks could kill. “Not speaking again? Well we shall have to remedy that. My boss really wants this problem taken care of quickly, after all, he is trying to run a country.”

One of the guards walked in behind the guy that was currently topping Ed’s list of people to kill carrying a large briefcase. Ed knew this case well, it was filled with Kimblee’s favourite toys and was placed, as always, on the small table in the corner of the room.

“You know we already have most of your friends. Mustang, the unfortunate leader of your little rebellion, is in a cell just down the hall and the lovely Hawkeye, well she just refused to come quietly so I’m afraid she’s no longer with us. And if you listen carefully you should hear the screams of the other members of Mustang’s pitiful team as we question them but we’re still missing a few of the trouble makers.”

This news filled Ed with hope while dropping him to the floor. He felt pity for the others and the well of sadness that filled him over Hawkeye was tremendous but he had hope too because Kimblee had not mentioned them. They were still safe and that was all that mattered.

“So Fullmetal Alchemist, where exactly are your little brother and lovely mechanic?”

Ed set his jaw firm and waited for the pain. He would never tell this man anything and as long as his brother and Winry were safe then the rebellion lived on.

baroqueangel: ([misc] plot bunny)

Title: Rebellion
Pairing/Characters: Ed, Kimblee
Rating: PG
Warning: Mentions of torture, swearing
Words: 553
Summary: Ed won’t give them up.
A.N: I blame lack of sleep and feeling like shit for this one. My head aches, my back aches and I tend to write what I feel so have Ed in the same pain as me. I have no idea, I really don’t, it just popped into my head. Let’s just pretend that Mustang failed and Dante/Father won shall we? :)

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He ached all over. His automail weighed heavily on his shoulder and leg ports and the muscles in the rest of his body were screaming at him to rest, to sleep. But sleep wouldn’t come. No matter how tired he felt, how much his brain wanted him to close his eyes and let it shut down for just a short amount of time the pain wouldn’t let him. And if it wasn’t the pain keeping him up it was him. That sadistic bastard in the stupid suit and that ridiculous hat.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been in this room, how long his arms had been chained above his head, how long he had been sat in this position but he knew it was longer than he would have liked.

He closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the wall, it hit hard but he wished it had hit harder then maybe it would knock him unconscious, unfortunately it seemed he was out of luck.

He licked his dry lips with a dry tongue, listened to his stomach complain and hoped that he had at least bought the others time to run and escape although he feared that it was already too late for that. As long as they were okay he could cope with the pain and the tiredness.

He opened his eyes at the first sound of banging, he looked towards the door and listened to the lock being dragged back and the heavy duty iron being pulled open. He watched as the man that plagued his current existence wandered in smiling down at him, teeth showing.

“So Mr Elric, how are we today?” Ed would have spat at him if he had had the saliva to spare. Instead he just glowered wishing that looks could kill. “Not speaking again? Well we shall have to remedy that. My boss really wants this problem taken care of quickly, after all, he is trying to run a country.”

One of the guards walked in behind the guy that was currently topping Ed’s list of people to kill carrying a large briefcase. Ed knew this case well, it was filled with Kimblee’s favourite toys and was placed, as always, on the small table in the corner of the room.

“You know we already have most of your friends. Mustang, the unfortunate leader of your little rebellion, is in a cell just down the hall and the lovely Hawkeye, well she just refused to come quietly so I’m afraid she’s no longer with us. And if you listen carefully you should hear the screams of the other members of Mustang’s pitiful team as we question them but we’re still missing a few of the trouble makers.”

This news filled Ed with hope while dropping him to the floor. He felt pity for the others and the well of sadness that filled him over Hawkeye was tremendous but he had hope too because Kimblee had not mentioned them. They were still safe and that was all that mattered.

“So Fullmetal Alchemist, where exactly are your little brother and lovely mechanic?”

Ed set his jaw firm and waited for the pain. He would never tell this man anything and as long as his brother and Winry were safe then the rebellion lived on.

baroqueangel: (Toshiro huh)
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I did take someone back when I was 15 because I thought I loved him. When he did it again we decided it was over but we remained good friends afterwards.

I can seriously be a pushover sometimes.
baroqueangel: (Toshiro huh)
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I did take someone back when I was 15 because I thought I loved him. When he did it again we decided it was over but we remained good friends afterwards.

I can seriously be a pushover sometimes.

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