Splendidissimus

Title: Letting Go Words: 591 (flashfic) Disclaimer: You know the drill. No own IY. Pairings: none - OCs: none Rating: G - Genre: Introspection Warnings: none Continuity: Manga. Post series Summary: Sesshoumaru has gone to throw away his attachment to his father. The cold breath of the afterlife sighs through the portal. Cool light comes with it, almost blinding, but Sesshoumaru's nose tells him more than his eyes ever could; the scent of the dead land is changeless dust. He can picture it without having to set a foot beyond these gates again, a single eternal day in a barren landscape of skeletons. A place of conclusion. He resheathes Tense

"We can work..." "You think?" "...No."

Abandoned sign: "The future or bust".

[continued from Part 1 because it was too long to submit as one file] He worked in quiet for a minute or so, but it was interrupted again; Yuugi, again. "Kaiba..." He glanced up to see Yuugi and Honda both looking at him, with Jounouchi leaning back between them with his eyes closed. The shock was settling in now. Still breathing though. He should institute a policy of shooting Honda whenever Yuugi opened his mouth; that'd end the interruptions quickly. "Why did you let Anzu-chan go, and not..." He looked down at Jounouchi. He considered the small group for a moment while he typed. "She had nothing left to lose, and despair makes people do

TITLE: Jigen Bakudan  -  CHAPTER: 1 - Oneshot  -  FANDOM: Yu-Gi-Oh CONTINUITY: Anime. Divergent - between Otogi and Battle City PAIRINGS: none  -  OCs: none TYPE: drama / angst  -  RATING: PG-13  -  WORDS: 15,658  -  WARNINGS: character death AUTHOR: Lythande ( setosgirl0 / neferseti0 / Ankh Ascendant / Splendidissimus ) DATE: 6-19-11  -  BETA: Silvershadowfire DISCLAIMER: I don’t own YGO, or make any money from it. SUMMARY: Seto should not have brought his gun to school... but he did. Now he's the perpetrator of the first school shooting in Japan and he has to figure out a way out of this mess. NOTES: This is a more realistic take on

My Eight Races of Nadsi for my generic fantasy world. ...I don't really want to call them Elves, but functionally, yeah, they are, and sometimes I do just because it's simpler. If I do, the colored name above their heads is the one that would apply. Nadsi call themselves nadsi, and humans call them earthkin, if they're talking about the entire set of races. More or less to scale, generally speaking - Jungle, Wood, and Deep are shorter than average (in increasing order), most are average sized, High are tall, and Desert were very large when they lived. The Sea elf there does have a nice little beard; several of the others can grow face and b

“Get off of me, cat.” :I am not a cat.: Lashacrimos rolls his shoulders to try to get his companion to jump down, and she ignores his attempts with impunity. He can feel her miniature hands pulling his hair – she's hanging onto his braid to keep her perch. The feeling irritates him. At the moment, though, he's irritated by everything from the glare of the setting sun off to his left to the gravel stuck in one of his boots. The weight of her on his shoulder has become a constant irritant. It has been a long day, and now that night is falling it's clear he'll have to spend it out on the road instead of in the bed he had b