Kind of - because honestly, "friend" is just such an expansive term in the general scheme of things, yeah?

Things you should know about me & this journal:
- You can always tell which Fandom I'm in by the contents of my most recent posts; right now, that's some sort of anime - I'm fickle, so shoot me.

- I honestly don't know where all these stories are coming from. It's an anomaly, trust me.

- My current project is this comics series, Why Supernatural is Super Awesome, that grew out of proportion like some wild rabbit colony.

- I say "current project" like I usually have projects: that is deceptive. When there are no insane "flurries of inspiration" going on, it gets pretty dull around these parts.

- I draw a lot, but most things are posted on my art site rather than here.

- All the stories saved in my memories are totally amazing & worth reading - at least to me. That's why they're there, see. Feel free to poke around & tell all those authors how amazing they are because I fail very frequently in that regard.

- I have a habit of switching the people on my friends list around; I like reading journals I'm currently interested in, & my interests change: makes sense to me. If you're offended by that - um, I'm sorry, don't be?

- I only friends-lock posts that are nauseatingly boring or somewhat personal, so, yeah. If you want to read about what I thought of the weather or the fleeting nature of youth and the purpose of life, by all means, let me know, and I shall friend you back.

That said, friend away! And drop a note when you do, 'cause I wanna say hi. :D

Pulled it out of the giant stash of unfinished fics I had lying around, and promptly... rewrote it into something else. I don't know how this happened. It possibly has to do with haruyuki showing me the latest tenipuri OVA, and here I am, at four-thirty in the morning two days before a finance final, writing porn. Oh, Ryoma. I always knew you were going to be my downfall.

Title: A Healthy Dose of Competition
Author: moonythestrals
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Ryoma, Mizuki, various & sundry
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~5,500
Summary: Ryoma always looks forward to a good game. No, not that kind of game. Or that kind, either. Whatever it is, though, he's going to win, and that's the bottom line.
Notes: Thanks to the fabulous haruyuki, who took the time to beta & brainstorm & pose as my canonical dictionary, all in between studying for her finals. All the schools & teams are the same here, except they're in high school, because I just didn't feel comfortable otherwise.
Warnings: Lots of mention of grape Ponta & references to Japanese food I'm craving. Could maybe someone also explain to me why I always make Ryoma into such a whore?
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.


( The rules were simple: they each had a week to make their respective hits and returns; repeats were allowed, but clearly weren’t going to count as very strong shots. The act had to be consensual, obviously, though they had some trouble defining exactly what that meant. )


Note: Those smilies actually exist; I know because I've used them all before (okay, maybe not the monkey one, 'cause you need a special occasion to use that - like when you get to wake Echizen Ryoma up at 2:00 in the afternoon & call him a lazy ass, for example). Oh, I miss Japan. D:

Two more days until I'm done & coverd_n_rain gets to visit and I get to go home a little before I start working, but a break is a break, and I'm way too exhausted not to enjoy it.

PS, new art here, which I'll post it up properly some other time. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed the completely cracked out story, and feedback is always treasure & worshipped, possibly in an excessive & slightly creepy way. *cough* Oofuri fic is forthcoming, I think. That's pretty long-overdue, too, by this point.

Kind of. Japan. Seattle. Philly. Boston. Back to Philly. Seven straight hours of class to look forward to. Kinda takes it out of a girl, you know?


Anyway, about this.

Title: A HISOKA x KURAPICA Doujinshi Screenplay
Author: moonythestrals
Fandom: HunterxHunter
Pairing: Hisoka/Kurapica
Rating: R
Summary: Hisoka & Kurapica arrange a meeting to exchange information. There are puns & wordplays here that Kurapica is endearingly unaware of.
Notes: Okay, so. coverd_n_rain & I started this brilliant HxH doujinshi project over the last summer, but it's obviously ... not finished yet. She's drawn the first couple of pages, & they look AMAZING, but she still needs to, you know, draw the rest. By sharing the "screenplay" I wrote for the story, I'm hoping fandom will gather forces to, you know, nudge her in that direction.
Warning: Um, Hisoka is in this. Just, you know, so we're clear.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.



( OPENING SCENE SEQUENCE – MORNING/EARLY AFTERNOON: KURAPICA is on a busy street corner. He glances around. He looks angsty, as does his hair. His phone rings. )



DONE & DONE. GOOD GOD FORMATTING THAT WAS A BITCH. So who wants to do my JPMorgan interview for me?

I have art.


Title: Lean On Me
Subjects: Kamenashi Kazuya, Yamashita Tomohisa
Fandom: Nobuta wo Produce / Shuji to Akira
Artist: moonythestrals
Medium: Charcoal
Summary: I know nothing about these people other than three things: a) they are very, very pretty, b) they are in some sort of J-drama that is making all the lovely writers I love go into a Japanese-crazy frenzy, & c) they ride my train everyday & show up on my TV every night, so I figured, why not?*
Notes: This is for darkeyedwolf, whose enthusiastic entries never fail to amuse me, & who has made me realize how I'm in an awesome country but am doing very little to take advantage of it. I know, I fail. I'M NOT CONTEMPLATING WRITING FIC ABOUT ANY JOHNNYS GROUPS, THOUGH, OKAY. NO ONE CAN MAKE ME.


Preview:



( お前が来てくれて、うれしいよ )


*& see, this last one isn't a lie, either, because there are just SO MANY PEOPLE who ride the Chou Line every second of everyday that probability basically guarantees I've probably ridden in it at least once with at least one of them, right? Anyway, I can hope, because if I have to suffer the high-pitch squealing of high school girls every time I get on, I want there to be a good reason, you know?


This is not the beginning of a plunge into a new fandom. I, just. I'm weak against high school Japanese boys in uniforms, okay? & me having to see them everyday biking by piled on top of each other & giggling & brushing hair out of each other's eyes in entirely inappropriate manners & swinging their jackets over their shoulders at the bus stop DHSAKJHDSAKJHDA OKAYSODOESNOTHELP THE WHOLE PEDOPHILE THING I'M DEVELOPING. DEAR GOD, JAPAN.


In other news, this is the list of classes I'm taking next semester:
1. Business Japanese
2. Real Estate Law
3. Consumer Behavior & Marketing
4. Insurance & Risk Management
5. Advanced Corporate Finance


Talk about jumping right back in, right? Ugh.

OH GOD HOW AM I LEAVING JAPAN IN A MONTH. A MONTH. Obviously, instead of making myself okay with it, I'm in complete denial, and give you OHGODREALLYSAPPY fic instead.


Title: Not a Story about Swimming
Author: moonythestrals
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Pairing: Ed/Al
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Notes: OH GOD THE SAP. I don't know how this happened - or, well, I do, but it involves a deep psychoanalysis about my attitude towards friends and home and Japan and experiences and LIFE IN GENERAL, so I won't go into it. My apologies for people who squirk at this pairing, but I just. Think they're sweet. Damn Supernatural.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.



( Al kept it in the little space between two sheets of metal on the inside of his chest plate, slid out carefully when he wanted to add something and then slid back just as carefully, folded and rolled so many times the words were fuzzy along the creases. )


GOD IT'S DONE. I don't think I've written anything this sappy since - no, actually. I don't think I've written anything this sappy, um, EVER. The dramatic and inconsistent changes in tone? Not an indication that I'm going through the hormonal throes of pregnancy, I promise - I mean, it's not as bad as Harry in the fifth book, right? I - whatever. No. I'm highly dissatisfied, but it's done, and I don't want to think about it any more.


PS: Um, about the title. Yes. Just because it's true doesn't mean it has anything to do with the story, okay? Sorry for the confusion. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea, but there you go. God, I'm just so weird sometimes. (I'm usually not this ... scattered, I promise.)


Anyway, it's fall in Tokyo, the weather is gorgeous, the food continues to be amazing, and I'll tell you all about it on a day when I'm not feeling too sad about leaving it behind.

A list update of Life in Japan just to let you know I'm still alive:

1. Getting stuck in rush hour going between Shibuya and Shinjuku is only fun the first time around, and really?, it wasn't even really that fun the first time around.

2. Swear to God, I see Ryoma every day I go to tennis practice, except, like, taller. I want to talk to him, but I feel like he'd just "che" at me and then I would burst out in giggles and reaffirm every unpleasant stereotype every Japanese person has ever had about Americans.

3. Buchou is actually awesomely chill and only makes me run three laps and actually talks, which leaves me feeling ... slightly bereft, actually. Oh, Fandom.


ALSO, UM, HI, I MISS YOU ALL SO MUCH. I know I missed so many birthdays and birthday wishes and I'm so sorry, but DHAJKHDAUGHKEYBOARDSMASH. I'll tell y'all about the housing troubles later.


*beams*


Also, I have, like, FIVE STORIES I need to post once I get internet in my tiny, tiny apartment.


PS: YESTERDAY I GOT MISTAKEN AS A JAPANESE PERSON. LIKE, AFTER I HAD A FULL CONVERSATION WITH SOMEONE IN JAPANESE. I'M KIND OF PROUD OF MYSELF.

Oh, god. I don't know how this happened. No, wait - I DO, & IT'S ALL coverd_n_rain's FAULT. Because when you draw something like this, Danny, you're just asking for it. ASKING FOR IT. GOD, I HATE YOU SO MUCH.


You know it's a cold day in Hell when I write comment!fic, okay? Just putting that out there.


Title: Issues
Author: moonythestrals
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius (or, the ship so affectionately dubbed as "ASS." oh, Fandom.)
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Notes: Comment!fic. Comment!fic for the hottest art I have ever seen, DEAR GOD. Oh, & did I mention porn? Because it is. Pointless porn. Porn without a point. Porn, yes; plot, no. I don't really know how to make this clearer.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.


( 'We really shouldn't do this now,' is all Al says before he pushes Scorpius back onto the bed and shoves his hand up Scorpius' shirt. )



OH GOD. & NOW I STILL HAVE THIS GIANT ORAL FINAL EXAM TO STUDY FOR. *IS RESOLUTELY NOT THINKING ABOUT THE FREUDIAN COINCIDENCES IN THAT SITUATION* (I have a better AS/S fic on the way, I PROMISE. GOD, I'M SO SORRY.)

but the awful truth is that I just can't resist the bandwagon.


Title: A Compilation of Things that Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Severus Potter Have in Common, and Some Things that They Don't
Author: moonythestrals
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius (or, the ship so affectionately dubbed as "ASS." oh, Fandom.)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Notes: I challenge you not to become completely enamored with these boys. Seriously. This is for coverd_n_rain, because I miss her lots & lots.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.


( Then they yanked their bed hangings closed, at the same time, and refused to speak to each other for the rest of the evening, even though it was only eight and they still had an orientation word hunt in the library. )


God, I don't even know why this took me SO LONG to finish, but there you go. *falls over*

PS: Mei has an amazing rec-list for these fics (yes, ALREADY), here.
PPS: Ookiku Furikabutte: Keep an eye out for it, m'kay? Because if it's on HUGE GIANT billboards all over Shinjuku, Shibuya, and Akihabara, it's bound to burst out in fandom sooner or later.

... until December, that is. I'm off to rape small boys make friendly with Asian corporate gurus buy lots of doujinshi that I don't need broaden my academic and cultural horizons in Japan!


Er, if I can actually get there in one piece. SO MUCH DRAMA, all basically involving my ill-preparedness & poor foresight. You can keep up with those stories on kali_senpai.


( & as a bye-bye present, some drunkenly-written!Tezuka/Ryoma for you. )


For the record, I didn't think that was so much of a omg,brilliant! present as it was just a huge source of amusement to me after I'd found it on my computer THREE DAYS LATER. & now you see why you shouldn't encourage me? Anyway. I'll have better presents for you after I come back, I promise. :DDDDD


*HUGS*, & keep me updated on things, you hear? OR ELSE.

best $10.50 that I've spent on a movie in a VERY long time.

discuss.