D_Artemis24

From Now On

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 01:16:33 GMT

THIS JOURNAL WILL NOT BE UPDATED. I MOVED MY JOURNAL TO USER NAME OF "DARTEMIS24" FOR SOME PRIVATE REASONS.

YEAH.

SO I'LL DO MOST OF MY JOURNAL-MOVING DURING THIS WEEKEND.

Prompt 183

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 05:44:20 GMT

Prompt 183 from community all_unwritten

She was haunted by the demons of the past. Oh, she haven't done anything seriously wrong- the most serious of crimes she have ever committed was stealing an eraser out of curiosity at the age of 10. She wasn't really afraid of those particular demons, anyways. She had hurt others, lies, betrayals, stealing, hitting.

What she was truly afraid of, however, was humiliation.

She was plagued by the unbidden rush of memories in daytime and the odd mixture of past experiences and her own fantasy of humiliation during the night. The nightmares went by unnoticed- she had nightmares before, about witches, about hangings, about children. But the daytime hauntings were the worst. Her brain was wired in a seemingly irrational manner, provoking unwanted images and memories in the most harmless objects.

One look at a group of little girls is all it took as she was gripped by a yet another spell. Slip of the tongue and her innermost secret was unbound, left for the whole world to know. Genuinely laughed amongst the black smiles of black masks and eyes. Oh, how foolish she was. How young. Yet how young is she now? How many more mistakes? How many more humiliation? How many more butchered hearts on the windowsill?

And so she ran across the street, unheeding as the cars honked and glared by. The exhilaration, the excitement, the wind, forgetting, blew away the memories, leaving her breathless.

Darn, out of order. D8

Prompt 186

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 05:41:47 GMT

Prompt 186 from community all_unwritten

She beats herself endlessly in the dark and solitary room. The breathing next to her is soft but loud in the almost-complete silence. What time is it now?- three, four, five?

Did it matter?

...Perhaps it did.

She couldn't tell.

*****

Oh, what if,

what if,

what if,

what if,

She chants silently, mouthing the words, rounding the lips and exaggerating the tongue movements. She draws out the f, biting her lower lips and hissing out, feeling her own lip's plumpness.

Suddenly aware of the rough dryness of her lips, she wets her lip with a single lick. Her tongue was wetter than she expected it to be- she presses the lips together and feels the pleasant slide of two wet stubs of flesh.

Oh, what if,

what if,

what if,

what if,

Then silence. A breath in. A breath out. Reminiscent of her yoga forms.

The nightmare ends, and her heartbeat ceases to thud so hard.

Note: It's been a while since I last was inspired by the prompts. A sign of me being inspired and not so dull anymore? 8D

Oh, Shit. Too Funny.

Thu, 28 Feb 2008 02:29:38 GMT

Oh, shit. This is too funny.

The beat is very catchy, but the "lyrics"... they're too funny.

Prompt 162

Tue, 12 Feb 2008 02:57:23 GMT

Prompt 162 from community all_unwritten

Clink. The sound of fork against the cheap porcelain dish. A crumb falls off the desk.

Whirl. The hum of computer, turned on again after a day's rest.

Beep. A catchy, refreshing tune. Fast and practiced fingers clicking against the new keyboard.

Laughter. An old friend knocks, an unexpected presence. Seeing each others' subtly grown features on the computer screen. Talking. Remembering. Smiling. Catching up with the gossip. Talking. Talking. Laughter.

Grudgingly bidden good-byes, promises of a distant future's meet-up.

Chuckle. A shake of the head. A casual glance at the bottom right of the screen.

Anguished scream. Bedtime has passed, but the pile on the desk remains untouched.

Prompt 156

Wed, 06 Feb 2008 03:04:53 GMT

Prompt 156 from community all_unwritten

She used to think, when she was little, that it was the cold that rushed to her whenever she went out in a cold day. In her mind, the mysterious force called cold was something that charged at her like a dangerous yet enticing animal, wrapping itself around her and sending shivers up her spine. But as she got older and learned the basic physics, she learned that it was not so. It was the heat that left her, not the cold that filled her. She stored that part of information away among the notes on thermal equilibrium for the test next week. At the back of her mind, though, she was kind of saddened- she used to think of the cold as her friend, a dangerous, erratic, and an annoying friend but a friend nevertheless. But cold was never there in the first place.

Inspired by the physics lesson today and the book we're reading in English- Catcher in the Rye.

Prompt 142

Tue, 22 Jan 2008 19:19:40 GMT

Prompt 142 from community all_unwritten

She acts strong, but she's afraid. She boasts and bosses everyone around, but she's timid inside. She says that she places her friends above all things, but that really isn't true. She's selfish, filthy, distrusting, shameless. She can betray her friends in a heartbeat when the need arises; and she herself knows it. She murmurs sweet promises to others, apathetic meanwhile. When she's promised something -a friend, a kiss, a chance- she silently takes the promise between her hands and snaps it in half. Not is another breath taken when she goes over the inevitable scenario of broken promises in the near future, bracing herself.

Zukka Fanarts Ahoy!

Tue, 22 Jan 2008 18:11:48 GMT

Title: Shirts [The fan art that inspired me to write the fan fiction Shirts.]
Author/Artist: D_Artemis24 (also: linebender in http://mykaki.org/AtLA)
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender (AtLA)
Pairing/Characters: Zuko, implied Zuko/Sokka (Zukka)
Rating: PG for slash undertones, although the picture may be taken in non-slashy way.
Warnings: No warnings, but there are some there-yet-not-there slash undertones. ALSO: SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR THE DAY OF THE BLACK SUN, BUT I SUPPOSE YOU CAN JUST TAKE IT AS FANON INSTEAD. YOU WERE WARNED.
Disclaimer: Okay, let's work this out logically, shall we?

If p represents "D_Artemis24 owns AtLA and all characters in it," and
If q represents "Episode 14 will be about Zuko and Sokka getting it on," but
It is obvious that q is false, then it logically follows that
Not p, or "D_Artemis24 DOES NOT own AtLA and all characters in it."

I rest my case.

[Sketch, which was shamelessly referenced directly from a screenshot. I need to work on creative poses....]

[Finished version without words. He's in a tent, hence the green lighting. Don't ask me why post-DOBS gAang tent will be green. I don't know.]

[Finished version. My handwriting is horrible, so here it is- "TENT" "Borrowed from Sokka" and "Got wet" are the words squiggled on the background. Haha, this should be an illustration, or something.]

ANOTHER BATCH OF FAN ARTS? IT'S MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK.

Title: Almost There
Author/Artist: D_Artemis24 (also: linebender in http://mykaki.org/AtLA)
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender (AtLA)
Pairing: Zuko/Sokka (Zukka)
Rating: PG13 for almost kissing. No physical contact, but the kiss itself is pretty obvious.
Warnings: Boys about to kiss. If it's too hot for you to handle, don't click. Also, some bad anatomy on my part. :) ALSO: SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR THE DAY OF THE BLACK SUN, BUT I SUPPOSE YOU CAN JUST TAKE IT AS FANON INSTEAD. YOU WERE WARNED.
Disclaimer: Read above. I'm not putting two disclaimers in one post. Sheesh.

[Sketch. I took a bunch of reference photos, from both real life and Avatar. Because I have no idea how the heck one is supposed to look when one is about to kiss. Oh, the sketch alone took like an hour because I kept changing Zuko's position around.]

[Final! Yay. It took me about... 2 hours and 28 minutes or so, I think. The line art is still messy, but I did my best to clean it up. It was 4 in the morning when I finished. Can't blame me. ;D
I really like the way Sokka's eyebrows turned out. Because I spent ten minutes on the shape of the eyebrow. It turned out a bit feminine, but whatever. Sokka's usually the forward one in my book, but I felt sorry for Zuko for always being the bottom. So I let him become the forward one this time. I don't know, maybe Sokka feels generous today.]

This is all from my private oekaki board. Which, as of now, is encountering technical difficulties. My pictures better be safe. *scrowls*

This Thing I Did A While Ago In capslock_atla...

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 16:26:34 GMT

I'm bored, so I'm reposting. |:

I have no life... Wait, I do. But I'm avoiding it by doing computer. Wow, I'm sad... :(

HEY GAIZ YOU KNOW HOW ZUKO IS NOW LIKE A SUN WARRIOR, SINCE HE WENT THROUGH THE INITIATION OF ~~TEH GHEY~~ SUN WARRIOR THINGY? WITH THE DRAGON DANCING AND SHOWING THEM VISIONS OF PRETTY AND GAY RAINBOW FIRES?

YEAH.

SO ZUKO'S A HONORARY SUN WARRIOR TRIBE, SO HE GETS HIS NEW SHINY (LITERALLY) HAIR 'DO TO FIT THE TRADITION OF THE SUN WARRIORS.

YES/NO/MAYBE/ZUKAANG?

[EDIT: ~~I'M TRYING TO AVOID DOING HOMEWORK BY MAKING SUNWARRIOR!ZUKO'S]~~

FIND ~~WALDO~~ IROH!

Yeah, I'm just copy-pasting. Okay, Got to go and study Global History, Physics, and Math. Oh, I love my life.

Prompt 138

Sat, 19 Jan 2008 02:24:35 GMT

Prompt 138 from community all_unwritten.

The philosophical meaning of "empty" aside, I would like to talk about another kind of "empty."

Hunger. As in, when your stomach is empty, without food.

When you're hungry, you can't think concentrate. If you can't concentrate, you can't be productive. If you can't be productive, you're being a hindrance to the society. So we must not be hungry at any times at all so that we won't become a hindrance.

So it follows that without hunger, we'll all be productive little thinkers who contribute to the global community and end the world hunger and cure cancer and find vaccines for AIDS.

And for the first step for the conducting of this master plan- buy me some mushroom pizza. :)

[NOTES: I tried for more humorous feel, but I guess this goes against my nature. But I kind of get reminded of Sokka when I re-read it. Maybe because I was hungry when I wrote it. And Sokka's always hungry. Therefore Sokka and I share a characteristic, which was, incidentally, a prompt. What does that mean? I don't know, but... awesome. ;D

...Wait. I'm still hungry. I'll get some food.]

In Which I Post My First Ever Fanfic- And It's a Zukka

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 03:12:21 GMT

Title: Shirts
Author/Artist: D_Artemis24
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender (AtLA)
Pairing: Zukka
Rating: PG/PG-13 for slash undertones/slash, any way you want to look at it.
Warnings: Slash, also called Boys Love. Besides, two very blushy boys. I guess what some might consider OoC, although I can picture both Sokka and Zuko blushing. And an angry Katara -no violence, though, I promise-. ALSO: MINOR SPOILERS FOR THE LATEST EPISODES IN CANADA SO FAR, WHICH IS THE 13TH EPISODE. YOU WERE WARNED WITH CAPS.
Disclaimer: Okay, let's work this out logically, shall we?

If p represents "D_Artemis24 owns AtLA and all characters in it," and

If q represents "AtLA is actually a show about a big orgy," but

It is given that q is false, then it logically follows that

Not p, or "D_Artemis24 DOES NOT own AtLA and all characters in it."

I rest my case.

"Well, someone's got to give him something to wear." Aang said as he looked around.

"I would gladly give my clothes to you, firecrotch, but I think it would be a little too small." Toph, who was leaning back on a rock a bit far back, said with unconcealed humor in her voice.

Firecrotch?

Zuko almost sputtered at the nickname, trying not to glare at the water tribe boy -Sokka-, who stifled a laugh a bit too late.

Oblivious to the implications of Zuko's nickname, Aang's eyes lit up as he suggested, "What about Katara's? She has some spare water tribe clothes!"

Zuko did sputter this time. Aang continued, not hearing distress signals Zuko was giving.

"Besides, Katara, it was you who drenched him in the first place."

"Hey, I just thought he was attacking you!" Katara said defensively, pointing at Zuko at the word he.

"We said we would be training firebending, Katara."

"He's got a point, sugarqueen." Toph quipped. Katara started to step forward toward Toph, her mouth opened as if to protest, but stopped and smirked instead.

"You know what, Aang? You're right. He should have my clothes." Her voice, honey-sweet laced with poison, sent a chill down Zuko's spine. As much as Zuko didn't want to admit it, the waterbender scared him, especially after the episode in his room in the Western Air Temple. Trying his best not to look intimidated, Zuko tried to intervene, but was quickly silenced by the threatening look in the waterbender's eyes.

Still talking, she dugged into her bag as if nothing happened, producing a thick - and obviously a girl's- water tribe clothing. "He must be freezing. Here- have it, Zuko. It's my fault."

She closed in on him, wielding the blue and rather girlish clothing as if it was a powerful weapon. And by the look of Zuko's face, it might as well have been.

"Really, it's okay. I'm a firebender, remember?" Zuko backed away, desperately trying to avoid Katara. Hastily, Zuko stripped off his shirt while still backing away from the fearsome girl. Holding his shirt in one hand, he made a small fire on the other, holding the wet clothing over his fire. The dripping water, however, quickly doused the fire. Slightly frustrated, Zuko made a much bigger fire in his palm, pleased when the fire didn't die out and the clothe was beginning to dry rapidly. Zuko faced Katara again, with what he hoped was a not a relieved smile with a hint of fear.

"See? I can just- Aaah!" He yelped in surprise as his shirt caught fire, being destroyed in an alarming rate. Trying to gather his wits, he attempted to control the fire. It wasn't so hard, as the fire was relatively small, but upon a quick inspection, it was evident that the fire had thoroughly burned through the right side of his shirt.

Oh, shit.

"So, Zuko, do you want my shirt now?" The girl- Katara- began advancing toward Zuko again, smelling fear and victory to come. Her eyes had a devilish glint Zuko had formerly associated exclusively with Azula.

Zuko, now even more desperate, looked around the campsite for an ally. Aang, who couldn't see what was wrong with wearing a Water Tribe clothing anyways, was nodding encouragingly at Zuko. And the others- the blind earthbender Toph, the Water Tribe boy Sokka and the other three Earth Kingdom- were enjoying the show too much to stop. And Zuko could swear, for a moment, that even the damned lemur had an amused glint in its eyes.

Backing away slowly and eying the waterbender cautiously, Zuko fell back to the last desperate resort.

"Katara, look!" Zuko pointed over the girl's shoulder, successfully diverting her -and the whole group's- attention away from him. Seizing the only chance for his escape, Zuko sprinted toward the forest, away from a certain fate that would destroy what was left of his man-ego.

After sprinting into the safety of the woods, Zuko stopped. He was sure that Katara wouldn't go after him. Almost. Feeling the chilly temperature for about the first time, he shivered. It was unusually chilly and moonless summer night, and it was even colder in the dark shadows of the woods. His heavy pants clung closely to his leg, leaving a cold and clammy feel behind as much as he tried to unstick his leg from the fabric. And as much as he didn't like the cold and the wet feeling, he was reluctant to try to dry his pants, especially after his previous accident. He could go shirtless, but going pantless is something he didn't plan to do.

"Why does this kind of things always happening to me?" He muttered as he used the breath of fire to warm himself up internally. He was starting to warm comfortably when he heard someone coming.

Oh, no... please don't let it be her.

He turned slowly, preparing to submit to his horrible fate. Zuko was startled, however, as he saw the person he was least expecting- Sokka, the water tribe boy, shirtless. Sokka was holding his shirt with his right hand.

"Hey," Sokka said awkwardly as he thrusted the blue shirt in Zuko's general direction, "You can have my shirt."

Surprised at seeing Sokka, offering him a shirt, no less, Zuko stammered, mentally kicking himself. "N...no- I don't need to wear a shirt." Against his will, Zuko shivered again, a bit more noticeably this time.

"Don't worry, I washed it yesterday. It won't smell."

"I really don't-" Zuko stopped as Sokka roughly handed him his shirt. His hands were surprisingly warm, even warmer than a firebender's.

"Hey, I grew up on a block of ice, remember? I'm used to the cold." Sokka's expression got a bit humorous. "Besides, it was my sister's overreacting that got you wet. She's a good kid, really. Just a bit protective of Aang."

"I... Thank you." Zuko put on the shirt. It was rather tight around the shoulders and didn't help much, since it was a sleeveless. But he was getting warmer, although neither his breath of fire nor the shirt was the cause. Well, maybe the shirt did help, but probably not in the way Sokka intended.

"No problem." The Water Tribe shrugged and walked toward the camp. The moon suddenly shone through the clouds and the trees, lighting the Water Tribe's figure. Zuko noticed for the first time that Sokka had grown the hair on either side of his head, probably for the Fire Nation disguise. He had shorter hair when he first met -fought- him in the Southern Water Tribe.

Wait...

"Hey, don't you have a thicker shirt, the one you used to wear in the Water Tribes? I can wear that..."

Zuko paused as he noticed the slight red tint on Sokka's ears and back of his neck as the Water Tribe boy walked slightly faster toward the camp.

"...or not."

Zuko blushed, glad that he wasn't in the camp, where others would've seen his embarrassing reaction. Some minutes later, after making sure that his cheeks weren't still warm, Zuko walked toward the camp, feeling surprisingly warmer.

As he entered the lighted area of the camp, Toph, who was still leaning on the rock, suddenly asked, "Why is your heart beating so fast, firecrotch?"

"Wo-What?"

"Your heart, firecrotch. I could feel it beating fast since few minutes ago. Something interesting happened?" Toph asked innocently, though the subtle smirk on her lips told otherwise.

Zuko wondered then, for the first time but not the last, exactly how far -and how much- the blind earthbender could hear.

[PERSONAL NOTES: I'm so nervous to post my first fan fiction that I deemed worthy - as humble as it is- to post online. And it's Zukka, my current favored pairing. Let's just hope I don't get MiST'd. Phew.]

[EDIT 1: I just noticed how the spacing's really weird. I'll fix it this weekend... I should be studying for Japanese Finals now. Okay, got to go.]

[EDIT 2: Spacing and wording fixed, addition to various scenes. Still sucks, but at least editing makes me feel better about myself. Yeah.]

[EDIT 3: It turns out that it's "clothe," not "cloth." Dang, I knew it was one of the two. :( Thanks to esprix for pointing out my rather embarrassing mistake.:)]

Prompt 136

Thu, 17 Jan 2008 01:39:47 GMT

Prompt 136 from community all_unwritten

When she was little, she used to love being out in the park the day after it snowed. Sometimes, when she's lucky, there would be some footprints. She would grin and walk around, looking for the right footprint. The footprint that stands out for her. When she finds one, she'll follow the footprint as best as she can, imagining what the original owner of the footprint would be. She would see the shape and the size of the track and imagine accordingly. A huge footprint, almost as twice as longer and wider than her comparably big but nevertheless a child's foot, would belong to a Mr. Tall. Another footprint, really pointy in the front with a tiny heel mark in the end, would belong to one of those people she saw on the television. She would assume the identity of the person, changing her voice to a comically lower or higher voice, sometimes using the white snow as a make-believe lipstick. She would follow the tracks, carefully staying within the boundary of the footprint as much as possible, imagining herself to be the original owners of these footprints. After a while, the track would inevitably stop, and she would go back, looking for another identity to steal.

[Commentary: Eh. Not really feeling artistic and inspired, since I'm worn out from today's tests and stuff. Today was a day for 50 multiple choice test for all subjects in foreign language department. Since I take both Korean and Japanese, I arguably took 100 multiple choice test. That doesn't do well with your right brain. No it doesn't.]

In Which I Briefly Talk About a Russian Music Video

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 02:44:59 GMT

This is a little gem I found while browsing through random people's blogs. It's by this Russian pop star, Vitas.

I love the high pitch and the amount of crack in this music video. Especially since it's in Russian and has a mutant ~~ninja turtle~~ fish-person in it. Totally awesome.

The music video is crazy, what with the fishes and the nude!scenes, but I can't stop watching. I'm mesmerized by the wailing and the amount of fishes in the jar. 9w6

Anyways, got to go and study my ass off for Japanese and Korean finals day 2 now. I hate my life.

Prompt 134

Tue, 15 Jan 2008 01:24:52 GMT

Prompt 134 from community all_unwritten

In the end, I'll welcome the end. And hope that it's truly the end, not "the beginning of an end" crap. Hopefully, I'll be as brave as I put up to be.

[EDIT: Hmm.. Reminds me of the Linkin Park song. I'll go listen to it on Youtube now.

Oh, I should be studying for Japanese and Korean finals. Darn.]

Prompt 133

Mon, 14 Jan 2008 01:32:37 GMT

Prompt 133 from community all_unwritten

The blue light reflects on her glasses and her face. Sitting in front of the laptop monitor gives her usual warm ivory coloring a blue tint. She clicks, reads, and downloads. She never leaves her rapidly moving yet blank eyes off the computer screen. She doesn't hear anything, doesn't process anything she sees in her peripheral vision. She doesn't feel the dry eyes she has begun to have, not when she's doing computer. She doesn't mind the fact that she has to get a stronger prescription next week because she has been doing too much computer. She just clicks, reads, and downloads.

Prompt 132

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 05:16:19 GMT

Prompt 132 from community all_unwritten

She would like to get a tattoo. She sticks her nose up in the air and dismisses tattoos as vulgar and idiotic, but she does. The pain doesn't bother her, nor does the permanent marking. There's new technology, anyways. But that's not the point for her. She secretly worships the strings of words that follows the tattoo. Rebellion, interesting, colorful, artistic. They're qualities of someone she'll never dare to be. Someone she tells herself that she'll never find it fitting enough to become. But, sometimes, out of teenage rebelliousness, she contemplates the size and the location of the tattoo, and quickly -immediately- shakes her head.

"Ah."

Loud and clear, that's what she always says to get these thoughts out. Those stupid, useless thoughts. The sound penetrates the almost-silence of her room and leaves her empty. Empty of the thoughts, empty of the dreams, empty of the rebelliousness. She likes it. She should like it. She does like it.

In Which I Compare AtLA Slash Couples

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 04:00:14 GMT

Okay, I'm bored, and I need to wait for the iTunes to finish downloading since I need to review some notes on Japanese on the way to the prep school, and I don't have the enough patience to carry a notebook around. So I'm going to put it in my iPod, as soon as I am able to use the iTunes. But really, let's just get on with the comparison of the hot AtLA slash couples, shall we?

Jetko

Hot, sorta-kinda forced-threat-sex. The usual scenario will be something along the lines of Jet threatening Zuko for some hot buttsex in exchange of keeping his secret for another day or two. And any pairing where that is a usual scenario is hot and sexy to boot.

It's almost canon. The Serpent's Pass and The City of Walls and Secrets pretty much made it canon in my dictionary. The boys were "liberating" some "food" and fighting with their "swords." How gayer can you get for each other?

Zukka

Hot, fast-and-gritty sex. It'll always involve some kind of fighting, physical and mental, and that's a classic scenario. The two are fighting and one is on top of the other, straddling and preparing to punch. Then their eyes meet and their hips shift... That's made of sex, if you ask me.

Their interaction makes it so much fun. I mean, they've been next to each other for more than 10 seconds how many times? And how much of that times made the audience laugh? Yup. Almost all the time. Imagine what will happen if they're actually in a relationship. Hilarious.

Zukkang

Hmm... Since I'm still a minor, fantasizing about Zukkang sex won't make me a pedophile, would it? Since I'm in the "pedo" category after all. I seriously think bondage Zukkang sex is hot. I always had a thing for chain and handcuffs, and Zuko seems to like Aang that way. Heh.

Have you ever seen The Blue Spirit episode? It was made of Zukkang, I tell you. And the awesome Firebending Masters episode screamed of Zukkang. It's not even subtext anymore. Aang says, "Zuko, dance with me." If that's not canon, I don't know what is.

AzuLee

I don't know much about my teenage sexuality, but I know this: AzuLee smut is hot. It makes me want to turn into a lesbian. The image of Azula slowly torturing and pleasuring Ty Lee is just...sexy, for the lack of better words. My sexual preferences are questionable, yes.

The Beach episode. It had Azula practicing flirting with Ty Lee. It's a watered-down version of how they used to kiss each other to "practice" kissing in sleepovers. If AtLA wasn't sold into goddamned Nick with its kiddie-viewers, a lot would have happened by now. Damn it all to kids and their overreactive parents. Kids in the world should embrace the bisexual inside them, not shun it. D:< The world will be much better that way, and AtLA will be just smut with sequences of hot, piles of bodies in an orgy. Ever thought of that?

[I have just realized how I talk about the sex every time. On the first bullet, nonetheless. Oh, well. I'm just a horny teenager who likes slash, a lot. A lot. Don't blame me.]