[identity profile] gourmetchairman.livejournal.com
It was quiet in the Gryffindor common room.

Was.

In a cloud of Floo Powder Chairman Kaga came out, singing.

He had accepted an invitation from his old friend the Duke of Brissac to celebrate his birthday with him, an invitation he accepted with eagerness.

A good time was had by all the guests, and he was returning a day later, still buzzed from all the wine he drank (and in fact he had a bottle with him for later) and in a merry mood.
[identity profile] edomedpeddler.livejournal.com
What god-modding there is has been approved. Topic and action likely to wander to NSFW areas and possibly triggery.

It had taken him longer to recover than he expected, but Kusuriyuri had finally convinced Kurama that he was well enough to return to his office for the day. He had almost had to threaten his lover with wards to make Kurama go to the greenhouses. He was just finishing preparing to leave when there was a soft knock at the door. Frowning at the wards that thought about identifying the presence as Kuronue but wouldn't commit, Kusuriyuri opened the door, not surprised the knocker was Yukimura, though he was surprised to see the samurai.

In which things are discussed )
[identity profile] mello-n-choco.livejournal.com
It took a while, but I finally made visual contact on the information that Sephiroth gave me. I really hate doing surveillance the 'old-fashioned' way, but I couldn't risk the trouble setting up a system, so I've been watching the goddamned door in the astronomy tower since that idiot hinted that it might be there.

Having finally seen the idiot hiding there emerge, I make a sketch and send it to the samurai and the idiot fox...someone has to keep the idiot fox from attacking first, so I address both copies of the letter to both of them.

If that Sephi-nii's information is good, that the smell of blood and wood from somewhere high in the school, then I've found the idiot responsible for what happened to Kuronue. Attached, you'll see a sketch. I won't give the location unless both of you come. I'll be in my room.


That should keep the idiot fox from attacking first.
[identity profile] prettypendulum.livejournal.com
(NSFW for triggery things and eventual sex.)

With his recent...attack, Kuronue's mind was still fresh with hurt, and as unstable as he was, he was getting better. The physical wounds had healed, for all he now had new scars and some holes in his wings. If he bowed his head and looked down at himself all he could see lining his skin was the pink scarred flesh that mapped his life's worst transgressions. He didn't want to look down and feel guilt at his own body, at the thing between his legs, at how he'd spent the first century of his life. He wanted to be able to touch without guilt, anxiety, fear. He wanted to be touched without flinching, without his mind jumping back into that cage, or the bed he'd spent so long chained to, the bad times with Kurama, or the Shrieking Shack.

More than anything, he wanted to be able to love his mate, and show it to him, through his body as well as his mind. Sex was such a large part of their relationship, and without he felt like he was dead in the water. Drifting. It wasn't....right.

Yukimura hadn't really left him alone, and for that he was glad, but he needed to spend some time getting things from his own room. He left the door open, got a bag, put all the clothes from his chests into it, the other small things he'd brought with him. Miyako lived with the owls these days, but he still left his room accessible to her, with fruit and a dark place for her to sleep if she needed it. Taking his bag, he went to Yukimura's room and let himself in, went straight to the wardrobe and started putting his clothes in there.

"I know you need time with Sasuke, so I'm not moving all my stuff, but...I mean, I hardly spend time there anyway and..." he looked down at the black leather pants in his hand and ran his fingers along the smooth skin of the waistband. "For the moment, this is the only way I can show you how much I love you."
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[identity profile] prettypendulum.livejournal.com
Kuronue loathed feeling like he was being watched. Not because Yukimura was staying close (this was, in fact, a comfort to him) but because it was his own paranoia telling him that whomever had hired Akabane was around and it could have damn well been anyone. He disliked having his power and confidence stripped from him, he even disliked the fact that he didn't feel comfortable enough to flirt or even leer at those who passed him by on his way to the Little Green Apple.

Once there he took a seat, ordered a bottle of whatever and sat, began drinking.

(Kuronue is still recovering from recent events. Yukimura is around and can be pulled into conversation. Give Kuronue some comfort?)
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[identity profile] babylonjackal.livejournal.com
((Likely to be rather NSFW and toward the violent side of life))

It had been a strange request: Could he transport someone from one side of sanity to the other? He hadn't accepted right away, though a lack of entertainments and other jobs to suit him did eventually convince him. He had, after all, transported things and people through the Infinity Castle more than once and it could be argued that the castle represented the depths of the world's insanity.

He'd also been delayed by the Hat's idea of entertainment. He waited a few days, to allow his quarry to feel at ease. If he was to do this, he would have to do it right, thoroughly, or it would hardly be worth his time. So, he waited, watched. He couldn't say he was surprised that it was some time before either his quarry or his lover emerged from their room, having had separation enforced upon them.

Wards had been lifted from the peddler's store, though he'd had to do much research on how to keep the other from finding out too quickly. He'd been aware of Karasu's 'mistake' in that. He also had no intention on taking his prey very far. The closer to possible help, the worse the torment when it did not come. A few options made themselves clear when he put his mind to it, between what he knew of Voodooist magic, the way the Infinity Fortress worked and the magic here. Added to the wards was a spell that would only allow presence and reflect the mood of the person on the other side of the wards. They would let nothing of thought through, nothing that would give away the location of the one on the 'useful' side of the ward but let everything through from the other side.

He watched his prey leave the room, waited to make sure the two would indeed separate and took after the one he wanted, hands in his pockets, at ease. It didn't matter yet if he was found out. He'd met this one before and they were, if not friends, at least acquainted.

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Mar. 21st, 2011 05:30 pm
[identity profile] gourmetchairman.livejournal.com
Another note was sent to Yukimura, Kuronue, Kusuriyuri, and Kurama.


It simply said:

I'm back.

Takeshi
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
Hat Shore party planning had ended up falling mostly into the hands of a couple of contestants, along with set designer Jherek Carnelian. These 'couple' of contestants were actually the Shoggies and Beowulf, who'd squelched and shouted their way toward transforming Hat Shore into a strange Under The Sea experience.

the lagoon )

the musical stylings of the Shoggies )

refreshments )

CAKETOWN )

the Lonely Hearts Club: speed-dating amidst the battle fog )

And so, on the night of Feb. 14th, Hat Shore's doors were opened to the whole of Hogwarts for the festivities.
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
The winner of the Hat Shore Boot Camp Swamp Extravaganza is...

Sanada Yukimura!

You and a housemate of your choosing can take a limo to Hogsmeade and enjoy a shopping spree. The rest of you will have to look on in envy.

Congratulations!
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
Clearly, the residents of Hat Shore needed something to do to keep from getting restless, much like a giant hamster ball. But once the idea of shoving everybody into a giant hamster ball had been nixed, the next best thing had been arranged: a boot camp! It would get everybody out into the open air, give everyone a chance to burn off energy, and provide a good laugh to all and sundry.

Being a wise and all-knowing and general busybody of a Hat who could indeed read minds while Sorting (even if it liked talking for talking's sake), the Hat had the perfect candidate in mind to be drafted into its fun. A few consultations were made, owls were exchanged, and Yoda, former Grand Master of the Jedi Order, found himself in charge of Hat Shore's Boot Camp.

Hat Shore goes to camp. Not a happy camp. )

((Yoda will be available upon request--please note so in the subject line of your reply.

In order to pick a winner, the mods request that participating contestants go to random.org and use the number generator on the front page, 1 to 100, on the subject line of each first event post for your character. We will be operating on an honor system. At 11 p.m. US Eastern time on Wednesday, February 9, the mods will be totaling up the numbers and determining the winner thusly. Any further IC interactions--races, dueling, etc.--should be handled as usual, with communication between players to determine what, if anything, they wish to happen.

Have fun with each other and the environment!))
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
The contestants are led from the limos to the house ... )

The pairs were:

  • Bad Boyz 4 Lyfe: Bucky Katt and Kuronue, room 2.

  • SnarkBros: Vislor Turlough and Dean Winchester, room 7.

  • Pretty in Pink: Cathy Dollanganger and the Shoggies, room 1.

  • Team Beefcake: Beowulf Ecgtheowsson and Captain Jack Harkness, room 3.

  • Bat and Bait: The Scout and Adam Milligan, room 4.

  • Sparkle and Kimono: George St. Bartleigh and Sanada Yukimura, room 6.

  • Team Estrogen: Glorificus and Maddie Magellan, room 5.




Once the entire group of fourteen was assembled, the house-elves herded them into the Hat Shore house's dining room, where each was required to sit in a suspensor chair. A map of Arrakis hanging on the dining-room wall revealed its true purpose: it wasn't a map, it was a television screen! The desert geography dissolved into the familiar interior of Hogwarts' own Great Hall, with Ariane Emory somberly gazing into the camera, microphone in hand.

Welcome to Hat Shore. )

Elric the Adjudicator lays down the laws )

Before anyone could pose a question about the rules, the Adjudicator raised a hand to ward off such foolish attempts. "Questions will not be taken at this time. Rules are not up for debate. Contestants, to your rooms! Craft supplies await you!"

And indeed they did. Tons of craft supplies had been brought to each room by the house elves while the contestants were listening to Elric. Many colors of felt, glitter and glue, ample markers and butcher paper, a bulletin board for each room, and -- the pièce de resistance -- each room had its very own Bedazzler.
[identity profile] righteous-pen.livejournal.com
Teru had been putting off seeing Yukimura again. Until he was more - stable, that was what he told himself, but there came a point when that was just an excuse.

So he'd sent an owl, inviting Yukimura over, and now he was waiting for him to arrive, preparing the tea that had been his Christmas present.
[identity profile] nerdofthelord.livejournal.com
((This one's open to pretty much anyone, but Yukimura and Lee are particularly invited to come around before or after Bobby and the boys show up.))

---

Castiel had finally gotten around to investigating the bar in Ravenclaw tower, and found the place to his liking. He could sit quietly and watch people come and go if he wanted to, socialize if he liked (which he hadn't yet ventured to do, but he was working up to it,) and he could drink as much as he wanted of whatever he liked.

He'd been trying not to abuse the privilege. Getting roaring drunk, he'd been assured, did little to improve his disposition. Though Dean had made some puzzling allusions to marijuana that frankly stumped him, as he hadn't tried the stuff. Yet.

This afternoon, though, he was here for a purpose, waiting for Bobby to arrive so that they could set in motion their plan to exact retribution upon the Winchester boys for the events their prank war had set in motion the night of the Yule party.

Practical jokes were still unfamiliar territory to the angel. But he was cautiously optimistic that the plan was both appropriate and effective; Bobby had devised the spells, and he had thought of the delivery system.

Whether it would be funny, on the other hand...well, that he really wasn't qualified to judge. He was fairly sure, though, that Dean and Sam would not be laughing.
[identity profile] prettypendulum.livejournal.com
Walking back to Yukimura's room was rather tiring, and that was a sensation Kuronue wasn't sure he liked. By the time they got there, it wasn't that he was panting, it was just that after running around for the past hour he felt like he could use a bit of a rest. Time off his feet. Most importantly, however, he wanted time with Yukimura, and, pushing the door open to Yukimura's room, the first thing he did was push it closed with his foot and pull Yukimura into his arms.

He felt like he'd lost a limb, oddly enough, and that Yukimura was here, in his arms, only heightened the sensation, made it more than a little disorientating than his vision and hearing suddenly being shit.

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