[Here goes someone some of you may recognize.  It's Fran!  Except unlike the fairy type or the canon type, he's got a red cape tied around his neck and is running by with his hands around a watergun.

If you check out his belt though, you're going to notice he has actual guns there holstered and ready to be shot, along with what appears to be a stun gun, some keys on a hook and a pack for a juicebox.

This Fran is a security guard.  What does he guard?  The psychiatric ward from the NamiMori Medical ward.

... yeah.  'nuff said.]

Pew pew...!  Gotcha scum bags! 

[He'll just squirt the watergun merrily.]

Hello~♥ I bring you Byakuran/Shouichi from the same circle as last time.


Title: 0c. (ZERO COLOR)
Pages: 24
Circle: OUTRAGE? | hxxp://outrage.jp
Pairing: 10051 ( Byakuran x Shouichi )
Rating: PG13, or None. Has BL undertones.
Previews + Download: here

Hello all ~

Sorry about the delayed posting.  Overall, I only got 5 parcels for Miyamoto-sensei.  All of which were forwarded to Ayonoi at the con and she subsequently presented them to the sensei at her panel.  The panel was pretty crowded - to those who had to endure the small room (sorry, that was the only room that was available for use at the 1PM slot) - thank you for being patient! Miyamoto-sensei did indeed feel very touched and loved by all the western fans who came to see her! She was very worried at one point that no one would even know who she was, much less show up at her panel. So thank you to those who came and supported her.

Miyamoto-sensei did convey that she will come to Yaoi-con again next year, since she had a great time! Barring sudden change in her publication dates and schedules that might keep her from coming.  Fingers crossed.^^

Going on --

Here are the 5 names of the senders. Each one of you will get a signed shikiji (just need to email me for your full address - I only took down your name and Country (if overseas) and Town/State.  For domestic US - please paypal me $5 (this will include the bubble wrap envelope) . For overseas mails - please enclose $8.  My email is littlecalico at hotmail.com  - my paypal addy is also this email.  If you do not wish to receive this - let me know.  Maybe this can go toward an impromptu contest on the comm.

So here are the names --

Anja K. - Germany
Freya M. - Belgium
Christine P. - Phoenix, AZ
Emily M., Goose Creek, SC

And also - the sender of a priority box (I believe the name on it is Brianna) -- somehow I've lost the info I wrote on this box. But I'd know the full name/location as soon as when you write to me. ^^

If you are none of the people above -  sorry.^^ I'll edit this post as the Shikiji's claimed and delete the names and replace with CLAIMED.

Thank you muchly!

I couldn't help myself.



( Rated PG-13 for swearing, sexual jokes, and stupid. *chapter 240 spoilers!* )

"Hey, Touya," Hikaru says one day. He's sitting by the window in early winter, looking outside. It's cool, but not cold; the air is grey but not dark enough to be depressing. There's a strange sort of freedom, he thinks, that lingers in the air on days like these, days when Akira wraps his scarf around his neck but hesitates and stuffs his gloves back in his pocket and settles for the warmth of Hikaru's hand in his instead.

Akira has been steaming hot tea for them both. He brings two cups over, hands one to Hikaru, and sits gracefully down across from him over the goban, perfectly balanced and never spilling so much as a drop from the other one. Hikaru has his legs bent underneath him to one side, half-turned to face the street outside Akira's apartment. He supposes it shouldn't feel so much like Akira's apartment anymore, since Hikaru's basically been living there for five, maybe six months; but he still gives his old place as his address because he and Akira haven't exactly talked about this. There's a lot of things they haven't exactly talked about. He wonders if any of it bothers Akira. Actually, he sometimes wonders if anything bothers Akira that doesn't have to do with Go.

Akira is giving him a curious look, one hand holding his mug, one hand tracing a nonsense pattern on the goban. He's been cutting his hair shorter in the back lately, and slowly letting his pageboy fringe grow longer and shift away from the front. He looks like a pixie. But it's gorgeous on him. Hikaru likes looking at him just long enough sometimes for Akira to know exactly what he's thinking about. Usually Akira will blush and turn pink at the edges, but sometimes he'll just narrow his eyes and look right back.

Now he's just watching Hikaru patiently. They haven't lit the lamps in the living room; the light around them is starting to turn dingy with the faintly stale quality of all light in winter. Hikaru realizes suddenly that he doesn't know if Akira prefers the lights lowered or bright. It seems a strange thing not to know about Akira, considering all the things he does know.

"What is it?" Akira says. He sips his tea as though it's not sending steam floating up over his cheeks. Hikaru's never figured out how he does that, how he can drink tea as though it's perfectly fine and not scalding hot. Maybe he's permanently scorched his tongue or something. "You've been quiet all afternoon."

Hikaru isn't sure what he wants to say. He tugs the throw that Akira's mother knitted for him last Christmas around his knees and tries not to shiver. "Do you ever think about what we'll be in a thousand years?" he says.

"What?" says Akira. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," says Hikaru. "Will we still be here, d'you think? Or will we be...somewhere else? Will we even exist at all?"

Akira gives him a long, searching look. "Is this about Sai?" he doesn't say. It would be a stupid question anyway, since they both know all of Hikaru's weird moods are about Sai, like the one note on a violin that just keeps going out of tune no matter how many times you replace the string.

Instead Akira just takes a long sip of his tea, and looks at Hikaru as though he wants to be the resin and the bow and the violinist, too. Hikaru thinks that actually he probably is all those things, and almost laughs.

"I think that no matter where we are," Akira says at last, "in a thousand years, or two thousand years, or even ten or twenty years, Hikaru--" he uses Hikaru's first name, that's what he does when he wants something to mean more to Hikaru than ever, because he has yet to figure out, or Hikaru has yet to show him, that everything means more to Hikaru when it comes from him--"if we live every day with our whole hearts, here and now, we'll continue to exist."

"That doesn't make any sense," Hikaru says sourly.

Akira gives him a small, sad smile and reaches over to the window to turn on a lamp. Bright, Hikaru thinks. Akira likes it bright. And that does makes sense. He waits for Akira to bring up Go as a metaphor for life or something, because that would make sense, too. But Akira just returns to tracing the pattern on the board and sipping his tea.

"My grandmother died when I was young," Akira says. "After the funeral, I asked my mother where my grandmother had gone, because I was too young then to understand." Hikaru watches his fingers, slim and effortless in the way they move over the board, the way they curl around the mug. "My mother answered that she hadn't gone anywhere. She told me I could find my grandmother every time I looked in the mirror, and every time I went to the park where we used to walk together."

He takes another sip of tea, swallows without really parting his lips. Hikaru could watch Akira sit and do nothing for forever.

"I believe," Akira says, "that our spirits linger in the traces of what we have loved."

Hikaru nods.

"Sai's spirit lingers in you, even after a thousand years," Akira says calmly.

Hikaru looks up, feeling the twist of pain he can never ever seem to let go of, the icicle of it lodging deep in his chest.

Akira's eyes are lowered. He takes another sip of tea. Then he says, "So in twenty minutes, or twenty years, or twenty thousand, I will linger inside of your spirit, and you will linger in mine."

He looks up, his eyes suddenly brilliant and sharp in the white lamplight that floods over them. He holds his hand out to Hikaru over the goban.

Hikaru takes it, and their fingers tangle.

He looks at Akira, who doesn't look away.

Cons are always pretty productive when it comes to taking photos and photoshoots, right?.
The thing is, I've got this wonderful Mukuro [aka kikumaru_gp, our own photographer] and the cutest Chrome ever [that'd be arien20], with whom I cosplayed as Hibari in the Battle of Rings version.

Ok, teasers!.


Chrome by ~Arien20 on deviantART


The mist guardian by ~jun-satonaka on deviantART


battle of one. by ~MissBlackMurder on deviantART

( picked your interest?, some other pictures are down here! )

Thanks for your time!.

-If you pay close attention to your surroundings, you may or may not notice the bright, green, flying frog in the room.-

U-uwah, sempai--
You never taught me how to do this right---!

-Although it doesn't really matter if you notice him or not. He's really bad at flying, so he's flying right towards your face.-

[ooc: And here we have Fran the Fairy. c; He produces a glitter that initiates hallucinations on whomever it touches, but luckily he only makes it when he sneezes.

Oh wait. He has a cold.]

Title: Draco Malfoy; Brat Extraordinaire and Last of the Famous International Playboys. (1/?)
Author:ashleystown
Rating: R, for an extremely Bitchy!Draco
Pairing:Harry/Draco, Draco/Un-named, Harry/Oliver Wood
Summary: Or that is what he liked to call himself. Back in the old days when he was indeed the last of his kind. Attention starved and never turning down a lay. He was young, gorgeous, rich, excelled in the arts of sexual satisfaction. Draco Malfoy was completly alone.
Warnings: Language and sexual situations. AU
Disclaimer: I make no money from this, but I make memories...hopefully. All of this belongs to the lovely J.K.
Beta: cymonie
Author's Note: Everyone needs a clubbing fiction and may I present to you the first chapter of mine! This is a WIP, that I do plan on finishing. I enjoy writing Draco too much to just not finish it. This was inspired by the song "The Last of the Famous International Playboys" by Morrissey. Two song lyrics were used and they will be in italics. It will make SO much sense if you listen to the song/ read the lyrics.

Song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZDGRKFH66s
Lyrics here:www.metrolyrics.com/the-last-of-the-famous-international-playboys-lyrics-morrissey.html

here:)
http://ashleystown.livejournal.com/4476.html
X posted to harrydraco

Hi everyone,
Has anyone read a fan fiction in which Hikaru, Yuki,Tooru and Atori from Rules all get it on?  I remember it being pretty steamy (and somewhat OOC), but I do not remember the title, nor who wrote it.  Ring a bell for anyone?

While I'm at it, thank you sandyroodle, ashcat & grayunderpants, and everyone else involved, for all your hard work in translating sensei's work and blog, and in letting her know how appreciated she is in the west.
Arigato gozaimasu ^__^ !!

[Have a Ryohei, who is currently single-handedly endangering beating up trees.]

YELL LOUD TO THE EXTREME.

BE PROUD TO THE EXTREME.

[THWACK.]

ALWAYS HIT TO THE EXTREME.

[WHACK.]

LIVE LIFE TO THE EXTREME.

[BOOGDGE.]

BOODDDGGGEE.]

KEEP BOXING TO THE EXTREME!!!!!!

[OOC: ...g-guys. Ryohei needs someone to box against. HE'S LONELY TO THE EXTREME. D:]

For those would want to celebrate Draco's 30th birthday in style!

 Hey, i just wanted to ask if anyone had a link to download the song Dive to world smile mix? If anyone does, please reply ;)

R picked me up from work today, which was cool, and over burgers and fries for dinner we watched the news, because nothing compliments a fresh hamburger like low-level rage. :D

At one point I was talking about something, I don't recall what, and I said, "...a group of fundies."

"Fundies?" he asked.

"Yeah, you know, fundies."

"Are those the people who dress up like animals?"

AND THEN I LOLED.

"No," I said. "Those are furries. You, uh, shouldn't mix those two up."

...several of my friends are far more aware and have already put this far better than I can, but I feel that I must add my voice to the chorus.

Tokio Hotel fandom, it's time to stop the fanfic bullying. It's not funny and it's not clever.

Let's do our very best to make this a fun fandom to play in.

• 14:12 Training is the most evil way of forcing ppl to die of boredom everrrr. All fucking morning =[ #
• 18:24 @aliasensquared that is the most efficient and amazing thing I have heard! #
• 18:24 Ahh! RT @aliasensquared: Domino's has an iPhone app for ordering now! Fuck yeah seaking!! #
• 19:24 Ahhh I love living in shorts and singlets again <3 #
• 20:57 @joshthomas87 u totes just reminded me i've two to eat =] #
• 20:58 @Timtyall baby you fucked all ur words up fool #
• 23:11 @Seneska ahhhhhhhhhh! #

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Here @ psychocon

Hi everyone,

I was just wondering if the moderators or those involved with Yaoi-con have any updates on the special project with Miyamoto-sensei that was posted here.

I haven't heard anything in regards to if the packages were recieved/delivered or if any winners were determined yet, and wondered if anyone else had.

Thank you!