The Black Hole of Thought

Misc: Ring

2009-12-21T14:28:08Z

Item: Wire Ring
Creator: Me
Picture: Coming soonish!
Comments: Made this late last night. I was just kinda like, I'm gonna make a ring out of wire. And this is what came out. I left my camera connection cable thingy at the dorm so I'll post a picture first chance I can. Video will (hopefully) come first and sooner.

Materials: Wire, something to cut wire with, pliers that are flat and wide, jewel optional
Instructions: Braid long length of wire (long enough to make two or three rings. The longer the wire, the more mistakes you can afford). Form into ring of appropriate size. Twist excess wire around ring (if you want a jewel or something, add towards the end of one of the wires then keep twisting) until ends meet. Take a pair of flat pliers and flatten out the entire ring.

Video coming soon!

Fic: One-sided Demyx /Axel, offscreen Axel/Roxas

2009-08-15T13:37:45Z

Title: N/A
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters/Pairings: Demyx/Axel (one-sided), Axel/Roxas
Rating: PG/PG-13
Warnings: Angst, slash
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. Or the rights to the game.
Notes: Found this when I was cleaning out my computer. It's sorta old, but I redid a few things.

“Hey, new guy. The name’s Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?”

“Y-Yeah. My name’s Demyx!”

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“Axel! Come over here!”

“What is it, Demyx.”

“Axel, meet Roxas. Roxas, this is Axel.”

“Hello, Axel.”

“Yeah. Nice to meet you.”

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“You like him, don’t you?”

“I don’t have a heart to like him with, Demyx.”

“But you like him.”

“. . . Yes. I do.”

“He likes you back, you know.”

“Impossi—”

“Axel.”

“. . . Yeah. I know.”

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“I don’t know how, but . . . You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

“. . . Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s not like I can be upset about it.”

“You’re lying.”

“. . . Okay, maybe a little. But I’ll still be alright. Don’t worry ‘bout me.”

“. . . Demyx . . .”

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“He’s gone.”

“What?”

“He’s gone, Demyx! He left!”

“Oh, Axel. I’m so –”

“Don’t say it. You’re not really sorry. Just leave me alone.”

“Axel . . .”

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“Why doesn’t he remember me? What’s wrong with him? I thought we were friends. I thought he—he—”

“He does care, Axel.”

“Liar! If he “cared” then why did he leave? Huh? Answer me that!”

“I don’t know.”

“Then what do you know? What use are you? You can’t bring Roxas back! You can’t tell me why he left! What can you do?”

“Axel, I –”

“You know what? I don’t care. Go make yourself useful or crawl under a rock and die.”

“Okay.”

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“Yes, Demyx? What do you want?”

“I’d like to request another mission, sir.”

“Oh? And what mission would that be?”

“I would like to try to bring Roxas back again, sir.”

“You are certain?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very well, then. Don’t fail me.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

2008-11-04T02:29:12Z

I joined NaNoWriMo 2008 this year. Completely on accident, but I'm determined to do my best. Which probably won't amount to much. I'll post it after everything's over.

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Knit: Scarf

2008-10-18T03:25:07Z

Item: Lace scarf
Author: Not me. See 'Pattern.'
Pattern: Can be found here.
Notes: Ah, I was planning to take a picture of mine, I swear, but I went to show my grandma and she thought I was giving it to her and I was totally FINE with that but . . . I hadn't taken a picture yet. So.
Comments: I LOVED this pattern! So simple and easy to memorize and knit and yet so cool-looking! And the first scarf I ever managed to finish! YAY!!

Fic: Demyx-centric

2008-08-22T05:16:45Z

Title: The Way It Used To Be
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters/Pairings: Demyx-centric, Organization XIII, Sora mentioned
Rating: PG/PG-13
Warnings: Angst?
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. Or the rights to the game.
Notes: Written for the Drown Out Stupid Challenge . . . thing.

I miss the way Organization XIII used to be, in the beginning before everything fell apart at the seams. The way it used to be, when we were still one big, dysfunctional family, and there weren’t any subgroups or cliques plotting to take over. I miss that, especially now that everything’s gone to hell. Half of us are dead, and the rest are just trying to survive.

I miss the days when the Superior actually thought about us, cared a little about our existence. Before, when the Organization wasn’t quite complete yet, and he was still trying to get all of us our hearts back. When he wasn’t sacrificing us left and right for his own personal gain.

I miss the times when you could mention Roxas’s name to Axel and not have him breathe fire. I miss the way it was, just the three of us. I remember the way Axel would drag Roxas all over the place, saying that they were “best friends” and needed to hang out together. I was always tagging along behind the two, and they let me because Axel couldn’t see the harm and Roxas didn’t care.

I miss how Xigbar, in his own way, looked after everyone. I miss the way he would always muss up my hair and call me “Kid.” Most of all, I miss the way he would listen to me when I was “upset.” Nowadays, he doesn’t talk to the newer members anymore, and when he does talk to me, he treats me like a complete stranger.

I miss Marluxia’s garden, and how he’d let me tend to it sometimes, when he was feeling generous. The garden was everything we weren’t, cheerful and blooming with life. It always calmed me, made me tranquil, when I sat in the middle of all the flowers and plants and trees and relaxed. I guess it reminded me of what it was like to have a heart, and what it would be like when we got them back. The garden isn’t there anymore, though. It died soon after Marluxia did. The flowers wilted, one by one, and then the plants and trees died. Try as I might, I couldn’t save them, and I had to watch as my last source of comfort withered away before my eyes.

I miss the days when the original six still talked to us neophytes. I miss the times when they didn’t judge us for how and when we were created. I hate the atmosphere around the Castle That Never Was these days; the tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. I wish I could still play my sitar without fear of one of the other members snapping and turning on me. I want to go back to the time when we were all bound together by out differences, our defect, and didn’t exist in constant distrust of the others.

So I’ll fight the Keybearer. Because, even though I know that nothing will be the same again, I need to have something to hope for, something to aim towards. And if that means I have to lie to myself about what is really happening, if that means that I will die as something I’m not, believing in something I don’t, then so be it. I’ll keep a smile on my lips, pretend to have a heart, even though I realize now that I never will. And no-one, especially not the Keybearer, will take my dream – my fantasy – from me!

SNOW!!!!!!!!!!

2008-03-07T01:00:29Z

So, I swore to myself that this journal would be strictly impersonal work and stuff but I just have to post about the snow! It's Texas, it's spring (March 6, 2008, to be exact) and it's SNOWING. Well, was snowing. And really heavily, too! The schools all shut down and we got to go home. We had, like, a snowstorm. In Texas. IN THE SPRING!! Cars were slipping and sliding all over the place. It's a sign of the apocalypse, I swear. We got something like six inches.

More coming as soon as the non-digital pictures get developed and scanned!