Keep your kisses and all your sordid deeds

In which there is Pokeymanz

2013-09-06T21:53:02Z

Originally made these for a friend for an RP, but I'm pretty proud of them, so I thought I'd put them up to share. :3

Fandom - o1) Pokemon
         Char: Archie
           Source: fanart.
           Respective credit goes to: canavalecity (tumblr), in-the-machine (dA), Panzadarkie (dA), solos1s (tumblr), s-lowpokee (tumblr), shen-long (tumblr),
                                                    Evnos-the-Bouncy (dA). Some sources unknown, so please tell me and I'll credit accordingly

( Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away )

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In which I don't even

2012-09-15T04:20:39Z

Author: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: September 14th, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, The Picture of Dorian Gray/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Day and Night are more or less truly Dream aspects, but y'know. nothing new here. Night is much more talkative when her brother's around, or when discussing fantasies and dreams and the like. But in OMMC, neither of those happen often, sadly.

I feel like I should make up a family chart or something, but it's honestly so confusing as others consider themselves of different relation to another compared to another's. /le sigh~

( Open my eyes, it was only just a dream... )

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In which we exercise a quote by Francis Bacon

2012-09-14T04:51:27Z

Author: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: September 13th, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, The Picture of Dorian Gray/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Need sleep, need to stop listening to Mandy Patinkin's beautiful voice, need to kick myself.

( We are all our own devil... )

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In which there is a misanthrope

2012-09-13T04:56:18Z

Author: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: September 12th, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, Dead Like Me/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Let's try this again...

B.S. Frisk probably stands for something mundane like Benjamin Sullivan, but it more or less represents Body and Soul, but whatever.

( I'm gonna climb that symphony home... )

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In which there is fading out

2012-09-12T04:27:44Z

Author: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: September 11th, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, Good Omens/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Oh, fuck me with a Polaroid camera. Going to another, less demanding prompt because I tried for hours on one and the muse was not with me.

( They went... )

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In which there is much purple prose

2012-09-11T04:04:59Z

Author: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: September 10th, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, Eternal Sonata/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: G
Author's Notes: I'm a third of the way done! ;__; <3 Tomorrow's prompt is for DLM, but I think I'll be saving that one for the last day, due to reasons I shall keep secret for now. But oh god, Eternal Sonata OST. So beautiful there are no words.

( Heaven's Mirror... )

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In which there are missing limbs

2012-09-10T04:17:58Z

Author: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: September 9th, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, The Darkness/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Evil had too much fun with this.

( Snicker snack.... )

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In which Katz is actually pretty damn proud of this

2012-09-09T03:14:56Z

Author: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: September 8th, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, Good Omens/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I went into some serious debate on the White Horseperson. Most modern media, including Good Omens, say that one is called Pestilence, which is fine, because of all the riders, only one is explicitly named. But this interpretation came, supposedly, from a novel entitled The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, which said that the White Horseperson spread disease from the arrows it shot. And also from a very vague sentence that comes after describing the fourth, which most people take to apply to all of the Horsemen/Person's: They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.

I read an interesting theory theory that said that The White Horseperson could represent false prophets, due to some symbolism present that I shant bore you with. I felt, then, the best one suited for this was Fate, who is indeed something of a false prophet, really. It's a bit complicated, so I won't bore you with the rundown unless you are terribly curious. I could've chosen Evil, but that's too easy, and not very fun.

Anyway, apologies for all this overly long note. I just wanted to show I do my homework, too, when it comes to religion. But like I said, it's all up to interpretation. :)

Also thank you Good Omens Wiki, I could never have wrote this without you since I let my friend borrow my book. ;__; Okay, I am done.

( All the colors... )

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In which there is Blitzball, I mean, Pro-bending

2012-09-08T05:30:58Z

Author: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: September 7th, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, Legend of Korra/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Man, I can't wait to for this month to be over with. I really want to get back to the main story of OMMC. But Korra, Korra, Korra... I think this was the point I was scrambling for fandoms, oi veyyyyy. It's not because I don't know many movies/books/video games, it's more to do with picking ones that can mesh well with with my verse. Or vice versa, as per the rules of the challenge.

I'd say Weather is more accurately Change, and Ocean is really Decay. I suppose they're two opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to transitions and such. But alternate names crop up a lot in OMMC, but we'll get to that later. I picked names at random. Nuan = Nature, Jiang = Ocean, Fu = Weather.

( Acting up... )

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In which oh god this is embrassing.

2012-09-07T04:17:41Z

Author: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: September 6th, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, Phoenix Wright/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I am incredibly lazy, fuck me. My mind is on other things. /zzzzz

( Day 1... )

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In which there is not much to say

2012-09-06T04:59:36Z

Author: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: September 5th, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, Chzo Mythos/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: This took longer than it should've. I need sleep.

( LAST MINUTE BLAH... )

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In which there are cats

2012-09-05T03:16:40Z

Author: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: September 4th, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, Once Upon a Time/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: G
Author's Notes: I never really liked Wonderland, personally. When it comes to fucked up dream worlds, I'd take Oz any day. Dorothy had more happenin' shoes.

( Time is a respectable man... )

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In which there are many rabbit holes

2012-09-04T04:07:26Z

Author: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: September 3rd, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, Labyrinth/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: In the universe of of OMCC, there are two sets of twins, and one case of triplets in the family. Time and Fate are not included in this, but they get along just as well as siblings despite Fate's whole 'CHAINSBINDUSALLBAWWWW'. I think I just like writing about old men too much.

I'm not sure when this takes place in the movie, because hazy memory is hazy, but she was in there for awhile, ya? Note to self, next time you accept a crossover challenge, thoroughly watch/play/read and take notes on EVERYTHING.

( Trapdoors... )

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In which we cut it close

2012-09-03T04:42:50Z

Author: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: September 1st, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, The Picture of Dorian Gray/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I really, really, really wanted to write porn for this crossover. But the last time I officially wrote porn, I was sixteen, and it wasn't very good, so I'm definitely out of practice. /sobs

This probably makes no sense to anyone, so don't worry.

( Destiny, prince and pauper alike... )

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In which we begin

2012-09-01T06:41:33Z

Author: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: September 1st, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, Dead Like Me/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: I don't even know where to begin in talking about this. I'm pretty sure on some level this could be seen as a straight up DLM fic, but with my version of Death involved, talking happens. Death likes to talk, for the most part. Still, I enjoyed writing in George's voice; first person is easy to write with her.

I feel like I could rewrite this a million different ways, but I'll just have to leave it as is and move on to the next prompt. Still, I was trying to convey George's own feelings about Rube combined with her still present fears, because death is the sorta thing you never stop being scared of.

( Little lies )

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In which there are icons

2012-08-16T21:50:19Z

In trying to find some Dead Like Me icons, I came up with zilch for ones of characters I wanted. So I decided to make my own, and thought to share the rest with the world. First time icon making; please be kind.

( Frog was an asshole... )

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In which there is new-ish shit

2012-07-07T16:29:10Z

Author: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: April 21st, 2012
Fandom: Shadow of the Colossus
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I think my favorite bit about writing this was the somewhat run-on sentences in the beginning, like a child happily babbling, to more structured sentences and finally terse, angry.

Originally, this started out as a little bit longer, set at the very end of the game with The Wanderer getting sucked into the pool of light, memories and filling flooding him as The Dormin was stripped away. A lot of it came from my own personal feelings at that moment, struggling to reach the girl that this whole journey was for. However, I liked how this came out more and kept it in its short, drabble form.

Memories

They were children, all smiles and times spent in idle enjoyment, like picking sweet fruit from her grandfather's garden when the days grew long and hot. But other times they would stretch their legs and play pretend; he would hold her hand and fight away the creatures that threatened to take her away, while she pointed out where they should head next after the dust from battle cleared.

Laughter came easy and as plentiful as the harvest.

They were somewhere in-between, expected to grow apart but such a thing never came to pass. She would still find time away from the loom to meet him in their special place, cool by a river. He would never forget the look on her face when he first appeared with Agro, and explained the old tale of such a magnificent beast being able to outrun the very wind. She had laughed, asking him whenever he would need to do that.

Laughter may have been farther apart than before, but it was still present.

They were grown, old enough to know better. To learn to accept. But he did not, or perhaps it was because she never told him why. When she lifted that gilded cup to her lips, he wanted to cry out, to stop her foolishness and everyone else's. But he did not, only stood by and resented himself for it the next moment when she was placed down gently on the ground as the poison took effect.

Laughter would never grace her lips again, and he wondered if it would his either...

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In which there is old shit

2012-07-07T06:24:51Z

Author: Katezenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: May 18th, 2011
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia, albeit this takes place many years before.
Rating: PG.
Author's Notes: I remember writing this during my cycle of listening to too much Jekyll & Hyde, and finding so-small-you-have-to-squint-to-see parallels. As a result, this scene was born. This is also special to me as it helped me figure out in the process of writing it, a certain style that helps me shape scenes better. That is to say, write things in a script format first, then fill it in with lovely prose.

I will admit, I am semi-proud of this. Mostly because Symphonia will always hold the most special of places in my heart. And because I have an apparent thing for couples where one member is dead. Sorta.

Night Before
In which Yuan and Martel make an escape from a party to a familiar snowy city, and talk of things.

When Martel closed her eyes, turning the view of the snowfall and cityscape into a soft darkness, she could remember everything perfectly. Especially the beginning. The breeze and the warmth of the sun, her brother’s presence by her side (he’s grown so strong; we all have) and the feeling of growing despair as both came to realize the source of all that lives was dying. From there it was a spiral of events, both bitter in taste and sweet in victory, that were laid out over the past year. Which seemed so short of an amount of time, despite all that happened. The end of a thousand-year war that had been sucking the world dry, and the magitechnology used in it to be curbed due to its harmful effects that outweighed its good, and the turning point of change for all in regards to the pandemic that was discrimination. These all brought a smile, small yet true, to her face and caused a glow in her breast.

“Aren’t you cold?” A voice, all kinds of familiar, caused her break free from her reminiscing and turn to see the owner. Unsurprisingly, it was whom she suspected and was delighted to see. A tall, strong blue-haired man with his usual stern expression, punctuated only by actual concern that she managed discern easily after all their time together. Yes, just the same as always, save for his clothes, which seemed much too stiff and fancy, even for him. Even for her, as she wore something similar in the stiffness and elegance that seemed too tight around the waist. But that, she reminded herself with a glance beyond him, was the fault of the festivities inside. All the dancing, drinking and joyfulness of a war finally passed with peace achieved.

She shook her head, and one of her hair ornaments made a quiet jingling at the movement. Such a bother. She wondered how the women of society handled it. “Not at all, Yuan,” she answered, taking in a breath of the night air. “Actually, the quiet is a relief-” she went on to say, only to be interrupted by the cheers from inside, probably the results of someone doing something frivolous under the pleasant buzz of food and drink. “Well, almost,” she added, with a laugh.

Without needing an invitation, he joined her on the balcony where she stood. After a pause of silence, in which he stared at the clock tower several avenues beyond them (he was doubting, now, which was correct; his pocket watch or this faithful scribe of time), he spoke. “The view is much more pleasant, also,” was his comment, which earned a giggle stifled behind Martel’s hand. “What?”

Promptly, she cleared her throat. “How so?” she asked, sobering all the more when she noted he was looking back at the city. But, she knew, he wasn’t actually seeing it.

“It’s strange,” he said, voice laced with the rough edge of bitterness, “being surrounded by people that now congratulate me and practically sing my praises, when before they wouldn’t so much as spare me a glance.” He had worked hard for his position; it wasn’t something blessed to him by birth or riches like some, no. He had stood out among all others, despite the slander and ridicule thrust on him because of the blood in his veins. And now for all that to change brought about natural suspicion that came to him over the years. “Part of me says I should be grateful, but another part knows-”

“Or thinks,” Martel was quick to interject, knowing the path this speech was taking. But her effort was in vain, as Yuan continued on.

“That they say otherwise, behind my back,” he concluded.

At this, Martel couldn’t help but raise a brow dubiously. “Yuan,” she said, slowly, and causing his head to turn to her voice. A few snowflakes that rested on his shoulder fell off due to his movement, not that either truly cared to notice. “What is it you’re trying to say?” She understood his skepticism, and accepted it, but there had to be something else beneath all this. Gnawing away at him, like a dog to a bone.

For better, or for worse, she didn’t have to wait long for an answer. “That, despite the treaty, this is far from over.”

The words cast a silence, heavy as metal sinking into the ocean, over them. The only disturbance to it being the sound of the party inside, slightly muffled by the frosted windowpanes and snow piling over them. After what seemed like a lifetime, a millennia, Martel could bear it no longer. She spoke, her voice quietly drifting between the two of them as she did. Gentle and soothing, like that of a woman whom had to be a mother for most of her life, but now used that same tone to sooth a worried lover. It came naturally for her.

“Yuan, I know this. In fact, I’ve known for quite a while that things wouldn’t end so quickly.” Or gracefully, for that matter. The world was full of people stubborn that were set in their ways. But were they not, too? They had pushed their own beliefs to bring about this result, so. “After all, we’ve our whole lives ahead of us. All of us,” she added, with another smile at the thought of their somewhat makeshift group. It was small, yes, but they were all close. And she prayed ever night this would always last. “Whatever the future brings, we’ll face it, as we always have. And we haven’t lost yet, no?” She questioned, her smile widening into a full grin that would someday give her laugh lines, she knew. But didn't care.

At length, all she said was met with an exasperated sigh. “Martel,” said Yuan, in what was the beginning of some sort of lecture, perhaps, “you don’t know the greed of mankind. The war is- was,” he quickly corrected himself. Oh, how long it had been they had warred. The sudden change to past tense was almost jarring, “horrible, but it was not without its gains for some. And, for that reason, not everyone is happy with the outcome.”

Martel was perfectly unperturbed, however, or at least showed no sign of otherwise. She only continued to stare at him, expectedly, with those glass green eyes of hers. “You still haven’t answered my question,” she prodded.

There was another bout of silence between them, before he finally answered her. “…No, we haven’t. But you’ll jinx us, at this rate,” he was quick to add, not keen on giving her a full victory so easily.

“And at this rate, all your cynicism will give you wrinkles,” she shot back, without missing a beat. There was a second sigh, and she reached over to lay her hand over his, glad of both the warmth from his hand and the chill from the silver band on his finger when exposed to the cold air. “Anyway, let’s go back inside. I’m sure everyone’s wondering where we are by now.” Yes, not only the guests, but her brother and Kratos as well. After all, this was a party in honor of all their efforts, so they must be curious.

As she moved away from him, her fingers tracing his knuckles a moment before, he couldn't help but make one final statement. “They’re likely spreading rumors as we speak,” he said, the slightest of teasing smirks on his face. Though, the sad part was how true this statement likely was. The plutocrats often had nothing better to do.

“All the more reason to hasten,” she said, as he followed after her.

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In which there is a first

2012-07-07T05:52:02Z

Hello, anyone out there!

I'm not entirely sure of what I'm going to do with this account, but I think I'm gunning for posting an archive my writing, both occasionally original and fanfiction.

Have a nice day. :)

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