Ellis was out of control. He’d been this way since Henry, since he'd come across the sweetest blood he'd ever tasted. Or maybe not ever - maybe the reason he craved it so much was because of its very familiarity, ( because he'd lived with it for months and years in college and somehow never noticed that it was good to eat. )

...yeah. Let me just say that this prompt went through a radical change very recently.

( Alecto Crabtree is charming, well-mannered, handsome, more than desired by every single family in Italy. )

I've been away from here far too long. Miss me?

(And for once, not a music post. Also, it doesn't actually make any sense because I by nature don't make any sense. Also, I have an exam in one hour. This is apparently how I cope.)

(Prompt)FIC: On the Backs of Our Apostles
It's in all the times there was nothing to say because there was too much to say, in the smell of gasoline and iron and wine and all the times he thought: "there's a moral about this one here, somewhere". (Alecto / Ellis / "Assumptions")

( & )

Here's Liz again, churning out non-quality work at very slow speeds...

( It was definitely one of the more explosive business meetings in the long shared history of Umbrella and Caduceus )

In which Justin does nothing but talk and Ellis kind of just SITS there... Yeah... Also, there's always surprises buried in those old profile/applications...

( “I’m not entirely sure how such things are conducted at Umbrella these days.” )

An intellectual exercise in schizophrenia...

( “So you’re the little mouse who’s been scurrying around in my files.” )

I am apparently incapable of writing a prompt of only a few sentences. Brevity is the soul of wit, which means...yeah, I suck, XD.

( Mark isn’t exactly sure when it started... )

A soundtrack a day keeps the Good Doctor away...though considering just how dashing the Good Doctor Baruch is, I really can't think of a reason why you'd want to.



( JUSTIN/STIVA )

Since we’re on a pairings theme here, I thought I might as well post some of these soundtracks I had been working on during my stay in Taiwan (mostly because I’m a wimp and still haven’t finished any of the fics I promised you all. Instead, I will dazzle you with graphical wonders! And music!). We have our “Singles (Birthday) Collection” and now this is our “Pairings (Ships) Collection”, sometimes alternatively called: “Love and other Impossible Pursuits” mostly because you know, all the pairings in MMRPG are ultimately doomed and I have a tendency to be a melodramatic dork.


( ELLIS/HENRY )

Notes: These all take place in a not-quite-AU that manages to fit into current MMRPG events rather well. Alternative look at events surrounding Mark getting infected after spending about a month in Italy. Alecto/Mark, because Mark is incapable of topping except on a dance floor. This is a bit unfair of me, actually, since I'm basically dropping you in at the end of the story, rather than the beginning.

( While in the hospital, trying to figure out what was wrong while suffering under a 106° fever – 41.1° C )

( On an answering machine, long since filled to capacity by voice messages that were discarded before they were ever heard )

( Single picture hidden under a pile of papers in an otherwise neatly organized drawer, almost but not quite forgotten, because five years is a long time )

This is erm. Takes place either 5 years back in some AU where all the current and former UCorp members that we care about are in the same room at the same time, or just in some weird AU where I just do whatever I damned well want to with the characters and to heck with proper continuity. I really should've worked a bit harder at putting Jenny, Ellis/Marcel, Tuzy and Rickey in, but then my brain really would've died. Since Taylor is supposed to be in New Zealand, it'd probably be a bad idea to put Ellis and Rickey in the same room, and Tuzy is kind of really young.

~

		I will marry Stiva.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in alecto\'s restaurant in our fabulous House.
		We will have 81 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a purple ice cream truck.
		I will spend my days as a physicist, and live happily ever after.

This result is undesirable. Though I do miss physics.

“Hey, so, I broke it,” said Alain as he came in through the door.

( He was holding a paper bag that contained the sadly dismantled pieces of a robot—thankfully not a Momo, Mark wasn’t sure his heart could take that again, especially since last time... )

IT IS NOT LATE YET. I MEAN. FOR HALF OF YOU, I GUESS IT IS, BUT IT ISN'T. FOR THE OTHER HALF. RIGHT.

~

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...yeah, I don't know where that came from either.

Only four hours late, and terribly short as well.



( OMG )

Lewis only realizes that he will not be sleeping that night, or perhaps ever again, when he sees the pink taffeta sunrise come up monstrously out of the corner of his vision.

“It has been thirteen hours,” comes the synthesized voice. A whirr as the talon-like fingers twitch and begin to drum against the table, an artificial show of impatience. ( “The human brain reaches peak performance at tasks of analysis between tee equals 10 minutes and tee equals 76 minutes. You will not last. I never tire.” )

Right, guys, so meme-like thing just for MMRPG muns: List your (or someone else's because by now, we've gotta a feel, right?) characters' alt-modes. Like, if they were giant robots what turn into things. Alt-modes would be what they turn into. Er.

Ellis == ice cream truck, for instance. Mostly because I am curious, okay? Also stocking up for the day I can draw recognizable Transformer-types (and this way, there is no hair mwahaha). Might as well put that doodling tendency to memento-mori related work, yeah?

Posting here because it was going into our crazy emails, but, don't you know? Some people actually look in here. And it could be amusing? Reader(s?), feel free to contribute if you like. :D