onna's scratches and scribbles

Happy Halloween!

I got a chance earlier this week to pop out to the oekaki board to sketch this up. Not the best work but it is Halloween-themed.

I really miss my daily oekaki break. It was relaxing.

Am also pissed as all shit we could not get my own board up and running. Something about the server I am using in England not having something vital to get it to work.

Got a very sick ficcie idea today... heard a Madonna song and thought about Eiri prancing around, singing it. Terribly OOC and definitely not remotely related to either the canon or my universe but I think it would be funny as all hell.

If you haven't already noticed this on stoopid rat's blog, this is something he asked me to do for him.

Of course, he is an otaku himself so he is poking gentle fun.

Yes, we really had hoped to make it to yaoicon this year too.

Working on some other bits and pieces of art. Found a stopping point with all the studying late last night and finally got out to the oekaki board, after being gone for almost a month. It will eventually be posted on the website. I am holding a few back so I have a little something to post every week. This week I decided to post some of text about the most recent con we attended.

Kuranki to Furafi have shut up, at least temporarily. Japanese has completely knocked them out of the way. My brain can only hold so much and they have been displaced with hiragana, oral exam #2 and vocabulary words out the wahzoo.

Yeah, kiddos, your native language is killing me!

*looks over at smirking blond*

If you don't watch it, you will find that lit "tabako" shoved up your nose.

Kuranki to Furafi, urusai!!!!

*sigh*

Now I have friggin' poetry pouring out of me, sheesh! The more stressful the Japanese class gets the more my creativity tries to compensate. This time I was 'writing' the poetry in my head on the way to work. I guess I need to try and hunt down my little tape recorder so I can tape the tidbits or I am going to have to purchase another one because I cannot find it. Trying to remember all the details in this sieve-like head isn't cutting it.

Today I have NOT brought the Japanese briefcase to work. I brought the laptop, with the idea I may be able to appease Kuranki to Furafi by getting some stuff logged. Yeah, I snuck in the hiragana book too...

Did a variety of animated gifs and posted them on the website. Here is one.

Had fun changing the bg so people could pick one that would go with their 'decor'. Also could be used as an icon for a LJ or such, I suppose. I have done that at the LJ myself.

Got another snippet in my head and it went directly into the laptop. All the other snippets have not been so lucky. They are still on slips of paper or in the little notebook.

Who needs to be sporked by real people when the people in your head keep yammering at you all the time?

I suspect three more budding fics are in the making because the insistent chatter.

Guys, I would like to COMPLETE an in-progress fic first, okay? OKAY?!?!?

They are not listening.

Look, go over there, out of sight, and screw each other silly and let me work on my Japanese flashcards. No, I don't want to look and I don't want to hear Fluffy screaming.

Kuranki to Furafi, urusai saru!

Damnit, I am going to bed...

Cranky and the Fluffball refuse to shut up...

Bits and pieces of story ideas all over the place. Will they turn into something half-way understandable? Clueless. That's Grunt's job and he is sitting back and laughing at me.



Still have heard jack about the ob-session contest, except they recently put out an update stating the results would be posted soon. Heh, who wants to bet the results won't be out until 2004?

Grunt may be angry at me because I have mistakened him for Evan, who is the art muse.

Look, Grunt, I am just friggin' brain fried. Get a grip, over there. Actually go grip Evan and leave me be until Thursday after lab.

*laughs as Evan flames by, running away from the great stinky one*

All the recent Japanese class hell is probably the reason why Evan has jumped on my ass and has given me some inspiration recently. Probably all the creativity is just being squeezed out of me because there's no room for it because of all the Japanese.

Today I scribbled some stuff down between looking at a catalog for some textbook examination copy ideas, dealing with late timesheets and waiting for the district server to get back online because I couldn't get any computer work done anyway.

Forgot the title I had floating in my brain this morning for yet another little snippet that came out yesterday morning at the breakfast table. It may or may not come back.

Dasia solidified an idea I had been thinking about just by mentioning it without me even talking about it.

I don't want to think major stress in a Japanese class causes creativity...

I really should consider doing something for Halloween. Maybe someone is doing a contest.

Itching to create something but don't have the time....

Evan hit me over the head so I have sketched out some S & E chibi faces for the mini doujin. The plan is to scan these face shape shells so they remain consistent. I would add eyes and expressions as needed, maybe as scanned drawings, maybe as additions with the tablet. Backgrounds/environment purely cg. Maybe screentones if I feel like it.

Probably remain black and white, but we shall see how the mood strikes at the time.

But NOTHING can be done on this project this weekend, Evan!!! LISTEN TO ME!!! Japanese comes first right now!

My recent urge to create has been over-ridden by the need to prepare for two Japanese quizzes. I must admit I was mightly amused by the fact the fic 'had' to come out last weekend.

Maybe I will be given the go-ahead to try a banner for For-chan's new forum. Definitely will NOT do it without being asked first since she is so good at graphics herself. Don't want to tread on toes!

Damnit. Repeated "pleasure". Changed one to "gratify".

Here we go!

Title: Serenade
By: bakayaro onna
Manga/Anime: Gravitation
Category: Romance/Short Fic/Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Summary: POV ficlet. After enjoying sex together, someone is listening to his lover’s breathing…
Pairing: Eiri and Shiyuuichi (who else would I write about right now?)
Warnings: Shounen-ai, implied sexual activities
Concept: 10/4/03. Put to paper: 10/5/03.
Author notes: This literally poured out of me one night after I went to bed. The majority of it was written in pencil on one side of a subscription magazine insert I was using to bookmark our monthly Analog SF/Fact issue because I did not have any other paper close by to use. I am happy this did not turn into a longer fic, like most of mine have a tendency to do…

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SERENADE


In the afterglow he is dead weight against me - limp, satisfied, comfortable.

In the quiet of the room I listen to his breathing, each exhalation accented with a short sound of contentment.

He only makes these soft noises when he has been completely wrung out from the pleasure of it all.

When it does not transpire it is not because the loving is not adequate and he is less than appeased. The assorted and sundry ways we gratify each other always leads us both to blissful contentedness.

But it is times like these this particular detail rises into being. After a long day working hard at our jobs we are both utterly exhausted. However, we are still feeling that gnawing tickling horniness in our groins so we partake in a delicious sex tumble. Afterward, his mantra of satisfaction languidly caresses my ears.

I allow myself to relax into this unconditional serenity.

His arms still encircle my body and his head rests against my chest above my heart. My arms are casually draped around him. I lightly stroke his sweat-streaked skin with my fingertips so I do not disturb him.

The serenade continues.

Is there such a thing as a melodious grunt? I swear it has to exist. He makes these lovely medium-pitched noises - grunts, or groans, or moans, or sighs, or whatever you want to call these “mmm”s - when he is like this, boneless and satiated. I cannot put a name to the type of sound, although ‘sigh’ is probably the most accurate. All I know is they are beautiful, lyrical, musical and are the result of us being together.

These little vocalizations are for me alone. In my heart I know no one has ever heard this music before.

And it is my secret to keep. If I would mention it to him he would become self-conscious about it and I do not want that. I want to always hear this little fragment of uninhibited happiness from him.

I shift myself and gather him closer to me so his head is lightly tucked under my chin. His satin-soft hair is still damp from our exertions and is scented with his salty sweat and his fragrant shampoo. Moving one arm, I release my hold on his body to run my fingers through the silky strands at the back of his neck. His next exhalation’s sound is a longer “mmm…” in reaction to my strokes to his hair, coupled with a nuzzle to my collarbone. The corners of my mouth twitch with a tiny grin at my life-mate’s cat-like reaction to my touch.

My earlier exhaustion finally catches up with me and my eyelids become too heavy to remain open. As I feel myself beginning to drift off he stirs and his weight upon my body eases. I open my eyes and meet his - half-closed, blinking, soft and mellow from our recent loving.

Those bedroom eyes melt me every single time.

He leans forward to brush his lips against mine in a single gentle caress then snuggles back into my embrace, his arms sliding under me so his hands are cupping my shoulder blades and his head is now firmly entrenched under my chin.

I feel his body twitch as it begins relaxing toward unconsciousness, the final notes of the song winding down.

“Sweet dreams, Eiri love,” I whisper.

His monosyllable reply is muffled as his mouth is pressed against my skin but a tender kiss to my neck speaks volumes of endearments to me.

I surrender to sleep, a small sigh escaping my smiling lips.

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~fin~

Finally got the first round of banner gifts done. Still need to get one done for Oi-chan, the Anime Playground, Dada Disco and a few others. I have been having fun doing this, giving a different kind of creativity a bit of a workout.

Now, back to Japanese...

Avoided going online last night so I could work some more on banners without distractions. Also got a few more words into the latest fic before dying of exhaustion. Need to be sure to take a particular font from the office to home so I can finish one of the banners. And I thought I had all the fonts at home I have here. Go fig.

Joules' response to the banners I did for her as a get-well gift got me all hyped about doing more for other folks so I sat in front of the computer for about a half-hour last night and threw some together for various people. Still want to do more for other folks before I set up a link page with them all. Then folks can save what they want, or not.

Wrote another 200 words last night and finally got this particular story completely out of the notebook. That was an accomplishment. I find, as I am working, I end up adding to the manuscript as ideas pop in and don't get the notebook cleaned out. So I do feel good it is done and marked out. Yep, I put a big mark across the scribbles to let myself know I logged it. Hee, if I ever get famous the people collecting my scribbles will know what got logged and what didn't.

Still did not get the last bits of the latest story into the laptop - I was being chattered at by Shiyuu. Oh well.

Here is a variation of the same bg I put here. This one is on the Live Journal. Finally figured out how to put in a bg there.