Wilt

May. 19th, 2017 04:39 am
devils_solitude: (gun)
The desire for selfish possession brings about the wilting of that which is coveted.

petals withered, essence unbloomed )

(Part of the Moments of 海城 collective: Let Me Taste the Blood of Your Mouth/Gift Me the Oceans in Which You’ve Drowned)

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devils_solitude: (death)
Untouched by the grace of the light he seeks, taunted by its existence in the one he resents, what Seto isn't allow to have, no one else can either.

break its wings; eclipse its light )

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devils_solitude: (death)
When one holds the intensity of the brightest stars, and other subsists on the voracity of the darkest black holes, their collision sparks both the creation and destruction of all they know.

He is the light so craved; he is the umbra that haunts )

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devils_solitude: (seto smirk)
I know the first bit may seem redundant, but it won't be if I continue this AU! If I don't, then consider this my practice at writing diva!men sassing each other. After which I do a 180 and try to make Katsuya the adorable klutz he is.

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and somewhere between all that Seto does something nice off scene )

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devils_solitude: (seto smirk)
This is totally not an excuse for me to write how beautiful Seto is. Nope. What'd make you even think that?

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even Katsuya has to admit that Seto has a pretty face... still an asshole though )

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devils_solitude: (seto smirk)
A YGO x GG crossover with daemon_angelus! I just wanted to write indulgent Kaijou, focusing more on their banter and teasing that my usual fics don't really get to explore. Oh, and also because I wanted cute!Katsuya, and diva!Seto. Not even sorry at this point.

in which Seto uses increasingly impossible chores as reasons to keep Katsuya in his office )

Want to see what happens when Katsuya asks Sol for help? Head over here to find out!

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devils_solitude: (francis)
Based on an idea that got way out of hand after I drew Katsuya in a collar. Oops. Featuring an introspective look at KaiJou, exploring the quirks of their characters around the catalyst of said undergarment and collar. Oh, and no, there won't be sexy times. (How on earth did I manage to circumvent that with two of the most prime items for said sexy times??)

in which Katsuya wears a very form fitting pair of boxer-briefs... and argues with Seto )

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devils_solitude: (older katsuya)
When days turn into months into years, even the most determined individuals falter after being dealt an unfavourable hand by fate. A character study of Jounouchi Katsuya; post-canon set after the events of YGO DM when everyone is into adulthood, and assuming DSoD never happened.

because sometimes it's your own hand that stifles the fires of youthful optimism )

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Enough

Oct. 29th, 2016 02:54 am
devils_solitude: (gun)
There's a desperation in both of them, for a coupling that never could, never would be. All they can do is defy, and revel in the present, because whatever it is they have is better than nothing at all.


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devils_solitude: (death)
While it is not rare for me to stay awake at the most ungodly hours to partake in what many may consider a frivolous teenage girl's hobby, I tend to have little to no qualms about sacrificing sleep and time to immerse (at least I didn't say drown) myself in some fanfiction once in a while. Fine, maybe not some, but at least these episodes tend to flutter by a little less often than before. It's been a while since I've stumbled upon anything decent, let alone breathtaking, but it seems like my determined trudge through Archive of Our Own (or as we affectionately call it, AO3) has not been in complete vain after all.

The funny thing is that I've long given up hope of finding anything I would find remotely mature, yet true enough to the series/characters in this particular fandom, and especially not in this pairing, my OTP -- Puppyshipping. Don't you scoff at me. And wipe that ugly smirk off your face. How, just pray tell, how in the name of the heavens, can anything written for a pairing fortunate enough to be coined such a name be anything but pure crack? But thankfully, and for the love my sanity, amidst the growing pile of utterly ridiculous plots concocted by those I can only swear to be a bunch of particularl gifted repubescent girls who have decided that allowing their pets to randomly smash a keyboard is an infallible method of creating a masterpiece worthy of eternal remembrance, this little gem appeared.

Don't worry, this particular piece definitely steers clear of that stereotype.

Because sometimes the heavens take pity, and answer our prayers of hope
[Trigger Warning: Rape/Non-con][M/M; Graphic]

Before you either lambast me for my utter lack of taste in choice of fics courtesy of the trigger, or lament about how I probably oversold it, here's a quick summary if you may, of what you can expect.

What I love about this piece is not that it has incredible writing, or because it boasts an exquisite plot. What captivated me was the maturity in which it handled the theme, especially - don't hit me - in a fanfiction. The impression I got when reading the piece was that of careful (meticulous might be pushing it, just a bit) planning supported by sufficient (as with before; in-depth might be pushing it, just a bit) research. The protagonist's emotional journey depicted lightly mirrors my own (fortunately, that was a product of something significantly less devastating, but still painful enough in relative), and the actions and conversations were sufficiently believable despite occasional slips-ups. The overall plot is rather predictable mostly, yet not enough to dull the interest of the reader. Although I do have a bit of a nit to pick with the healing process in terms of credibility, I will leave it at that because while unlikely, it can, and has happened before.

If what I have mentioned above has done little in coaxing you from either ambivalence or just plain steadfast disbelief, take comfort in that you should stumble upon several nice mentions, and thus rewarded with a slight increase in knowledge of a certain place once you have completed the fic. Nothing overly elaborate, neither are they in casually fleeting and disjointed mentions, but just enough of a suggestion for you to paint a ghost of a backdrop in your mind, and perhaps if you begin to enjoy it, create a rather lovely atmosphere as well.

I just wish more people will give longer and proper plot-driven fics a chance. I am not even hoping for these pieces to get any acknowledgement (i.e. reviews and comments), just for others out there to actually try reading them. Given the average age of the fandom, most tend to skim over these little gems, beelining towards the plentiful collection of PWP (Plot? What plot?) smut in attempts to satiate their unrelenting hedonistic desires. It will be hypocritical of me to say that I relinquish all forms of desires myself, but the composition of the fandom's demographic unfortunately creates what I find to be the most depressive skew against anything which requires the slightest semblance of independent thought as a preamble to enjoyment. It's no wonder the quality of fics has steadily declined since I took a hiatus from the fandom years before. Who in the right frame of mind will continue painfully crystalizing endless days of efforts and sleepless nights into a fic if there is no one else out there who can appreciate it?

Perhaps I'm a tad biased because this particular piece is centered around a pairing I still love with a near maniacal fervor after all these years; perhaps I'm just actively yearning for something that does some form of justice to a couple that possesses such potential, if only under the skillful pen of an author who can tame their fiery personalities; perhaps I'm growing old and lonely, gradually reduced to silently longing for something of a fantasy relationship; perhaps it is just because I'm feeling particularly vulnerable and susceptible today. Whatever the reason is, I don't really know, but at the same time, it doesn't matter. Because what I take away from the fic is not an elaborately spun embroidery of wistful longing and daydreams pertaining to the story/characters, but an unwilling introspective journey of my own, in which I've learnt, or relearnt some aspects of myself for better or worse. And that is what makes the words of another linger amidst a whirlwind of my own.

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How can you truly let go of something you’d just barely gotten, something that you’d dreamed of for your whole life, forcefully taken, stolen from you in cold blood; or maybe, just maybe, willfully departed. How can I forget the taste it had given me -- the mist of fantasy illusive in the night, and how, finally, that hope, that hope that I’d once thought had abandoned me, reignited, if only temporarily, in the belief that perhaps, I’m not alone. It felt like the soft caress of a waking dream; canvas fading, crumbling into nothingness as my eyelids involuntarily flutter to life, only to find that I’ve left it behind; lost in the myriad of euphoria that feels nothing more than the remnants of a cruel trick of the mind.
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Hope is a precarious thing. It feeds desperately upon the finest threads of illusions, calling out to what you know will never come, unendingly conjuring up and nursing falsities that perhaps, just perhaps, the heavens will take pity, and relieve you of the abyss of pain and loneliness that you have thrown yourself into. Or at least perhaps, finally release you, setting you free into the veil of deception and embrace of sweet insanity.
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And yes, the title is meant to be a double entendre; quite apt a choice don't you think?
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