plenty of flail, plenty of fail

Title: This Might Have Been Easier Without the Death Ray (6/7, 7/7)
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry / I I I first / For you for you for you I fell / fell fell fallen baby
I mean. SORRY GUYS. I fell of the face of the earth for a while there, but you might be pleased to know that I am back and still retain function in all of my limbs. Just so you know, this last chapter nearly killed me. I rewrote it a total of seven times (not all of it, but most of it) before I finally found a plot I was happy with; you are reading attempt number eight. If you perhaps gain a semblance of happiness from this chapter, I would be so thankful, like, "oh my goodness my baby is alright" level of thankful. I think maaaaybe I will take a break from writing long things for a while. Can you blame me?! (A: yes.)

EDIT: GOD FLIST STOP BEING SO FUCKING AWESOME WHILE PEOPLE ARE AWAY OKAY, SOME OF US CAN'T HANDLE IT need to comment on so many things orz orz will have to wait for another time orzzzz

Well here it is, please enjoy!


( part six: saturday )



( part seven: sunday )

Title: This Might Have Been Easier Without the Death Ray (3/7)
Rating: PG-13, still for swearing
Notes: Sorry this is a bit late guys, I got stuck in a wormhole and had to fight my way back to present day from the Mesozoic era. Also sorry if there are any glaring errors; I made a few changes here and there but I'm not at my most alert right now, I could have written about dinosaurs for all I know. Why am I thinking about dinosaurs so much.

( part three: wednesday )

HI EVERYONE. So perhaps I will be in and out (mostly out) this week like a pesky, invisible mosquito. I want to spam a lot of awesome people (including you! yes you!) but RL is clawing at me for attention and if I ignore it any longer, I fear that my wounds will require medical attention.

In the meantime, here is a fic.

Title: This Might Have Been Easier Without the Death Ray
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Warnings: THE STORYLINE IS KIND OF WEIRD, MAYBE.
Pairing: Ohmiya, but it's not the focus.
Summary: A story of the hilarious tragedy that is Ninomiya's life: trying to balance out school, love, stigma, arch-nemeses, and not really taking over the world city.
Genre: College AU? I... really don't know how to classify it.
Notes: a) Japan doesn't have Chancellors, I know, but "Prime Ministers" just didn't have the same ring to it. Maybe the setting isn't even Japan! As was pointed out by oviparous , the fic has a decidedly North American feel to it. I call artistic license? b) All information about lasers was obtained through browsing Wikipedia. I'm not scientist! (If this was not already obvious.) The laser in question is a hydrogen fluoride laser. c) I actually started writing this fic for the Valentine's Contest at ohmiyaday. OTL I stopped when I realized that the longer it got, the less Ohmiya it contained. That was probably the wisest decision I have ever made in my life. Anyway, this is for pink_tofu  and fluttering, who organized the contest and are therefore the reasons for this story's existence in the first place.
More notes? Inspired by Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog.


( part one: MONDAY )