|Hija del Angel|
Author has written 5 stories for Final Fantasy VII, Death Note, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, and Terry Brooks.
This Bio consists of things like announcements (right below this) a few random things (below that) and then lots of Recs. Hide the stupid long thing, else it'll get on your nerves. Unless you want Recs.
For any one who actually liked my 'Words Unspoken', I didn't. That is to say, I harbored an intense dislike for it. And the emotion grew, until it rankled in my heart like - Oh forget it. I hated it, I took it down. End of story.
One thing I want to say: If you like the story enough to favorite it, could you please tell me what you think of it?
One problem I have with my stories is the tendency to be unsure if anyone other than me can actually get what's going on, probably because each of my first drafts can't actually be understood by anyone other than yours truly. I'd be happy if you would actually confirm that for me.
I have seen many obituaries on many profiles over the years, so here goes!
To Sydney Carton, the man who marched deliberately and willingly to his death with a beautiful dignity unseen in any other character. He sacrificed himself for another, and did it for the love of a girl... what more can you want? So very lovely.
For those who read and loved Harry Potter's final march, (I did) this trumps it tenfold. So very very lovely, elegant, devious and touching.
To A Tale of Two Cities.
Forget describing my works, they are varied in composition, and irrelevant. I'm explaining my favorites list. They are so many awesome authors on this site. I am picking my favorite stories, recommending them, each with a small extract, and other stories by the same author that are good. I will not favorite more than one story from each author. Only my favorite.
Synopsis: Twilight sucks. We know it and George knew it, too. However, after flaming the vengeful Stephenie Flyer, George finds himself in the place of Bella. Will he manage to get away from his homosexual vampire stalker, or will he be stuck in Hell forever?
The only self insert that gets away with it... probably. It starts out fairly typically- maybe not. Well, it's parody. It's Meye - pardon me, Flyer - bashing. It's also, occasionally, sweet. And has one of the neatest ends ever, after everything having gone to hell in a hand-basket in a royal way. Also, never forget the Strawberry Trifle Incident. Involved Goats. And Balloons.
Also, Heather. :(
"Look." George picked up Blood Omen 2 and practically shoved it up Edward's nose. "This is a vampire. See his awesomeness and pointy teeth? Oh, not to mention his disregard for petty human lives. That is a proper vampire, Eddie-boy."
"Common peasant mythology, hyped and scripted to appease the masses."
"Okay, so it's not your thing. But I want it...and I have no money. You are going to buy it for me."
"Yes. Because I am wonderful and your girlfriend...or something."
Edward on the weird machine called Ecks Bocks. I should probably shut up, now.
Final Fantasy 7
1)The Turk's way, by Luna Storm.
Synopsis: If Sephiroth can be manipulated by the stuff in the ShinRa Mansion library, Vincent'll make sure that he's manipulated in the right direction. Along with a few others...
If you like deviousness, Turks, trickery, outright messing with fate, go with it. You've all seen Cloud going back in time? This is Vincent. Not Emo-Vince, either. As he says, 'Turks don't do guilt.' He has an entire plot, one of the goals of which is to stop Cloud going the emo way.
But then if this Jenova thing isn't the General's mom, than what is she? 'Cause I've seen what's up in the Reactor under a plate labeled 'Jenova', you know, there's this doll-like statue, and then what's behind it, well, it isn't anyone's mother, let me tell you, it's more like... like a cross between a skinny blue malborough and a mutated tonberry! And radioactive to boot!"
Vincent blinks. A... mutated tonberry? Seriously?
But Cloud is so lost in his ranting he doesn't notice: "And it looks like that creeper Hojo is so twisted he pretty much erased the existence of the General's real parents from his life and set it all up to look like that gooey malborough-tonberry thingie is his mom, which is idiotic because if my mom turned out to be a gooey tentacled alien, I'd need some serious therapy and the last thing we need is for someone as unstoppable as the General to have a psychotic breakdown!"
And that is how well he succeeds. There are others, of course. The only sad thing about this 'fic is that it's only four chapters long.
2) The Fifth Act, by Sinnatious.
Synopsis: Cloud has an accident with a Time materia. There are people to save, and for that, some people need to die.
It's another Cloud goes back in time. It's also quite literally the best 'fic you could find in that genre.
The (sort of, it isn't focused on it very much, just references it) underlying theme is the end of Loveless, the fabled fifth act. There are so many ways it could end, and which one you choose says so much about what sort of person you are. Also, the story, in an underlying-way, mimics the play. It isn't lighthearted, per se, but occasional moments of funniness exist. The author is exceptionally good at fight scenes. The story, despite Cloud's grimness, is not dark.
I could give a thousand quotes, but let this suffice.
He stopped short. "Why is Sephiroth in there?"
Genesis stared at him as though he'd sprouted tentacles. "How the hell do you know that? Can you smell him?"
"Genesis!" Angeal warned. "You'll give it away!"
Too late – Cloud already knew. Paranoia gripped him. Had ShinRa cottoned on to his plans? Were they going to spirit him out into the wastes and finally do away with him?
"He's going to bolt! Plan B!"
Just as he turned to flee, Genesis caught his shoulder, Angeal quickly manoeuvring to block his escape. His hand reached for his sword, but Angeal caught his wrist, and tugged the blade free of its harness before he could. "Genesis!"
The slender First enveloped him in a bear hug from behind, pinning his arms to his sides, while the black-haired Commander retreated with First Tsurugi in hand. Cloud snarled, kicking out wildly, but his captor tugged him back before his boots could connect with anything. "Angeal, change of plan, you're going to have to drive!"
"Sephiroth, the door!"
3) Double the Strife, by fringeperson.
Synopsis: Zack knew Cloud better than anyone, no matter what Aerith said. It was a guy thing. So when Zack suggested a plan that was intended for his own benefit as much as preventing the whole 'rocks fall, people die' bit...
Is a thoroughly cute One-shot with brotherly interactions, and I love interaction/teamplay with no romantic overtones that much. Cloud goes back in time (seems to be a common theme, huh?) to help out his younger self. Awesomeness ensues.
"Third Class Faxen propositioned my little brother Sir," Zack (Cloud Strife the Elder) said. "Big brother rule number two states that it is my solemn duty to protect the virtue of all younger siblings, even from wanted suitors and even when they are perfectly capable of warding them off by themselves, Sir."
Genesis chuckled. "And could Third Class Cloud Strife have literally beaten the shit out of Third Class Faxen?" he asked.
"Yes Sir!" both brothers answered promptly.
Tamora Pierce's Works
1) The Jacket, by Sparrow.
Synopsis: Modern. Daine takes a jacket by mistake, could its owner be interested in Daine for more than just the return of his possession?
Is simply a rather sweet two-shot with a Daine/Numair pairing in the modern world. It's quite thoroughly likeable, good writing, and makes me re-read it periodically.
"Where are you?" the voice asked gently.
"Hoooommmeee, homeee on the rangggeeee, wheerreee thee deerrr anddd tthhheee-" Daine sang.
"How much did you drink?" the voice interrupted.
"Whiskey shots. Tequila. Beer." Daine mumbled, then added sadly, "Drown sorrows. But sorrows swimming."
1) The Photograph, by arabesque05
Synopsis: Sai has one, and it's not his, but he likes to look at it, to pretend to remember a time when [notentirelyhis] Team 7 had been invincible, together. When they could have outshone the sun. And to pretend that maybe they still can.
Is a one-shot, focusing on Sai's view of Team Seven. Warning: Sai is OC. Which is actually preferable to Sai not being OC, 'cause otherwise you'd have to deal with his... well, being him.
Did I mention I'm a sucker for team interaction? And the entire too-short thing is littered with it?
It's intense, introspective, and awesome. Another of those one-shot things I just can't leave alone.
Sai sits on Sakura's left side and looks at the empty seat between Sakura and Naruto-left empty for some someone else. He sees how they don't glance at the stool when they seat themselves, Sakura patting the stool to the left of her, offering Sai a bright smile, Naruto pouting at not being able to sit next to his Sakura-chan, but still sitting two stools down-the one in the middle is reserved, Sai thinks, for a phantom, a specter, a memory, a friend, comrade, brother, sweetheart, traitor, teammate. Teammate.
2) Tips and Tricks, by Moirae Ma'at.
Synopsis: A collection of humorous Naruto short stories.
A series of one-shots, dealing with various scenarios, from the entire Rookie Nine going back in time (personally, my favorite one) to random villages wanting Naruto for various reasons. Most are humorous. And it really needs an update... :(
Not sure what extract to give, really...
The Godaime Mizukage had ordered every single Kiri shinobi not currently on mission to go to Konoha and make friends with Naruto so they could convince the Uzumaki to move to Mist. The ninja were encouraged to share jutsu with Naruto while he was training for the Chunin Exams and the shinobi that brought Naruto to Kiri would be able to ask a single boon of the Mizukage – anything from free access to Mist's jutsu library to receiving recognized Clan status in Kirigakure.
At the bottom of the note was an addendum: The offer of a reward is valid for any shinobi, whether or not they are from Kiri, if they can convince Naruto Uzumaki to move to Mist.
Below that was an every smaller postscript: Missing nin, please note that Kiri will provide sanctuary and reinstatement at present threat level in Mist shinobi corps for anyone who convinces the Uzumaki to move to Kiri. Kidnapping does not count.
1) Sanguine, by Morrigain Sangre.
Synopsis: He was at the door.
To tell the truth, I have always adore Lucien Lachance, Vicente Valtierri and the Dark Brotherhood arc.
So it's understandable when I adore this. It's a moral dilemma thingy, on the Quest in which you kill your Sanctuary-Mates. Severely Angsty. I'm warning you. Worth it, though.
For fifteen years not a fortnight had passed without a contract for me to fulfill. But now thirty days and thirty nights had gone by. Twice too long. And the contract sat waiting, and Sithis thirsted, but my hidden heart of hearts quailed at the names that had been given.
This was not supposed to be.
Those should not have been the names, and the will of Sithis should not be denied, and I should not be here again, and he should not be at the door.
I raised my head. I rasped, "What is the color of night?"
"Sanguine, my sister."
Of course it was. Of course it was him. Who else knew this place but him?
The door creaked open, and Lucien Lachance stepped inside amide a swell of icy water.
2) A Good Man, by Ulleand.
Synopsis: Doesn't have any.
The origins of Vicente Valtierri, his turning, and the story behind it. I saw the change, from a good man to the... coldly warm man at the sanctuary. Very nicely written. Dark, grim.
Thirty days and thirty nights. Enough to make her believe he wouldn't return. If he was dead, her son got everything. If he was missing, it remained hers. If he was missing, she couldn't be forced into the black of mourning. She rejoiced at her freedom, as she packed her jewel coloured gowns into trunks to be hauled to The City. Those mavens, those old cows, praised her cheer, her strength at keeping her grief from her children. She laughed.
How much deeper the bitter sting, then, when the thrice-damned sergeant-at-arms announced his return late into the night. She lay cold and sour in her bed, waiting for his weight to press down beside her.
He was pale in the moonlight as he watched her pretend to sleep. You know what you sent to me. You know what you put in my path. He whispered through her golden curls into her tiny ear. You know what I have become.
Aand, that's done. I think I like doing this.
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