The Great Divide

New Account/RP interests

2009-04-04T02:06:12Z

Hello everyone/anone who's watching me XD

I haven't been active on LJ for a long while now, mostly due to RL. I probably won't be posting a lot of FFXII stuff for awhile, mainly because I've kinda lost m interest in the fandom atm--but hey, it might come back! Meanwhile, like many other fans, I AM interested in Joker/batman and might possibly right some of that. There are a few other fandoms I want to look into.

As some of you may or may not know, however, I am generall not a big fan of fandoms, and my interest does, eventually, always wane, bringing me to focus, once again, on my original characters.

Me and m long term writing partner, ex-partner now, came to a disagreement about something and sadl, after nearly five years of friendship, she doesn't seem to want to speak to me anymore. The agreement wasn't anything serious--in my opinion-- but I think that her new 'friends' have influenced her not to speak to me anymore. Because of this, I've been in on and off slumps about even writing with my own original characters, let alone finding interest in writing fandoms--though I do still read them ocassionally.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know that I am once again semi-active in the online world, but I've adopted a new LJ account. My new account name is: xydaef, and ou can view me there with this link. xydaef.livejournal.com/profile

Mostly I've been sending out ads for RP. The ads are geared toward original RP only, however, as of today at least, I think I might just be interested in RPing fandoms--if only because I just feel so down about using the original characters which I had developed so lovingly with my old friend/ex-rp partner that I'd reall just like to write something that isn't so personal, and with characters I can perhaps more easily identify/recognize.

At any rate, here is a link to one of my ads/profile. community.livejournal.com/rp_yaoi/64971.html

Since the profile doesn't say, I'd be interested in RPing in the fandoms listed below, if you're interested just let me know (also keep in mind, the name I put first in the pairing is the way I would have the roles be played, I.E name1/name2, name1 would be the 'Top' or 'dom')

Fandom: The Dark Knight
Genre: Movie
Pairings: Joker/Batman

Fandom: A Beautiful Mind
Genre: Movie
Pairings: Charles/John Nash

Fandom: Final Fantasy 12
Genre: Game
Pairings: Vossler/Basch, Balthier/Basch (interchangeable), Noah/Basch (interchangeable), Reddas/Al Cid, Vayne/anyone( will discuss),

Fandom: Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles
Genre: Books
Pairings: Lestat/Louis, Marius/Lestat, Marius/Armadeo, Lestat/Armadeo, Mastema/Vittorio (human, older)

Fandom: CSI/NCIS crossover
Genre: TV show
Pairings: Gibbs/Mac (interchangeable), Horatio/Mac (interchangeable), Gibbs/Horatio (interchangeable)

Fandom: Lord of The Rings
Genre: Book
Pairings: Glorfindel/Legolas, Elrond/Legolas, Aragorn/Legolas, Elrond/Aragorn, Glorfindel/Aragorn, Elrond/Glorfindel, ThranduilCeleborn (interchangeable), Haldir/Legolas, Aragorn/Haldir, Elrond/Haldir

If I think of anymore I may mention them, but that's about it for now.

Muses :D

2008-03-16T21:18:15Z

Well, lately me and Mel demisesuccubus have been on a FFXII drift. xD She's mentioned me quite often in her journals, yes I am her twin brain-- Dark. But.. as of late, a few old muses have popped up and kicked them out Haha.

They are two bishies in an RP sequal, one day a story (cough) called All Ends Meet. One day.. I will at least explain the realm/setting and stuff, but for now.. just know it's rather complicated.

Mordith is my character, and he isn't human. An original race of my own known as a Nordic, but the hting is, there are only 3 of them, only ever were or will be. XD Interesting eh? Well. .the hting is this.. they are based off of the idea of after life. I ry explaining it the best I can by using common references. Mordith is the guardian of the evil spirits, what most would consider Hell.. but, it really isn't all that bad down there.. It's just that the evil souls have to be separated from the good ones. No chaos in death xD

Lineyar is his brother, the guardian of the good souls, some would call the place heaven but the thing is.. it's not. It's just another realm, another plane of existance where souls end up when their bodies die, and Lineyar is where the good ones are sent.

Ralyth is the one in-between it all. His realm is like limbo, souls congregate there, good and bad, some stay only very briefly before they are pulled into either Lineyar's or Mordith's realm. Others stay longer, until Ralyth judges them either way.

So.. I know it sounds like a cheap play off of Heaven and Hell. >> I'm sorry for that. XD lmao. It's really not though. These brothers have their own language, a powerful language.

The idea is that, there may be a God of sorts, some kind of being, because SOMETHING created them and everyhting else. Including the vast multitudes of other universes. so, the brother's are not gods themselves, only powerful beings. XD

Also.. there is another idea, that humans , a few of the, managed to glimpse the brothers, not necessarily all of them, and got the idea of angels and God and all of that. So.. yes, Lineyar is probably thought to be God or Jesus or something like that, and Mordith the devil and Ralyth.. well. .maybe just an angel. The stories may differ.

I rather like this idea of them.. and they are all powerful presences in my head. I'll be posting their profiles up another time too xD And I hope you are interested in them, and in Uardian, Mordith's lover.. as right now the story is mainly about them, and a newer bishie, a demon called Naberius who has been using Uardian as a host, until recently.. when Lin kicked him out.

But.. maybe I'm telling too much. xD Anyway. >> Yeah.. That's the update.

Recent news..stuff.

2008-03-08T22:09:17Z

Well.. I've had a bit of a hectic week. First my mom was sick.. >> worried over that, but she's okay now. Then stupid internets went off. D: I was so mad at it.. I wanted to kick it's ass.. but the people finally came and fixed it today so.. yeys xD

Also~~ Had lots of band practice this week. Man... >> I felt like I got ran over by a semi truck like.. everyday. Too much school work and projects flying around my head. >>

But.. there is good news~ Today, my high school band went to MPA. .and we got a Superior xD 3 superior's and one Excellent, which averages to ah igh Superior. Man.. I was so happy, I still am XDD Lmao.

Everyone was so happy. I swear I got raped by like.. 20 people giving me hugs and shit. XD Everyone was just hugging each other and screaming, lmao. It was really cool to see everyone so happy after all the hard work. :3

And then, one of my friends Marcus like.. totally raped my ass when we got back to the school and the band room. XD;

I went to give him a hug and he just grabbed me and picked me up and swung me around a bunch of times, and here is me.. totally undignified and at odds with my serious nature -.- ---> "OH MY GOD!!" xD and just laughing my head off.. >> It was a good day today.. so I guess I can forgive the inernet gods for turning it off all week XDD

But.. I am sleepy now, cause I had to wake up early, and despite it being fun, I was nervous throughout and all before.. which seemed to just suck out my energy. So.. now it is time for a nappy. >> And maybe msutty dreams? *looks hopeful* >>

So yeap.. That was pretty much the highlight..s? of this week. XD

Staking Claims

2008-03-04T02:18:06Z

Title: Staking Claims
Author: atrum_lux_luxis
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Vossler/Basch
Setting: Dalmasca, soon after Basch joins Dalmascan forces.
Summary: Vossler and Basch engage in a little game of wrestling, in the public baths of Dalmasca after a recent outting of defending Rozarrian attacks.
Warnings: PWP, Naked men..wrestling

Dalmasca sat heavily on her haunches, hunkering down from the wild desert winds which whipped constantly at her sides. Her children, however, were nestled safely within her womb. Shielded from predators, and scorching sands, but unfortunately, not the heat, the people moved to an fro from market to square, some resting at the fountains for small breaks. Children ran the streets, happily oblivious to the worries and troubles which adults faced daily. Even more so with the Rozarrians constantly at their heels, biting like rabid dogs.

The recent party had come back. The people were overjoyed to see that most returned, but some, as always, did not. It was those few that tainted joy with some taste of bitterness. Their names would be remembered, in the halls of the castle as the fallen men who fought for the freedom of Dalmasca's people.

Some however, namely the soldiers, couldn't be more relieved to be back home. They returned to loved ones, or to the quietude of their own homes. They were all brothers though, would be for many years.

This afternoon, they congregated at the public baths. Conveniently separated by a stone wall from the men's and women's.. The women however, tended to take their in the morning, when the harsher sunlight wouldn't burn them. The men enjoyed the heat better, and most of the platoon had come this afternoon, after visiting family and friends, to clean off the dirt of battle, and travel.

Grouped around one man in particular, were many soldiers. All of them laughing sometimes, or talking at once it seemed, until a hand rose amongst them, gesturing for peace. Rumble of a low voice, used to carrying easily bid them to be quiet, and stop pestering him.. As he wanted to relax like them as well. The dry humor was taken lightly and the men laughed, some clapping the speaker on the back before walking away.

Vossler stood there, his eyes squinting slightly in the sun, naked, save a short towel about the waist, and his ever-present choker. This one however, was different than his usual one.. A plain brown of well cured leather, thick as the other had been, but not as finely made. His usual, the men thought, had likely been lost in some battle or another. Though in reality, the general had given it to another. The leather, cured to be green, and carved in quicksilvered designs, had not been lost.

And his eyes glittered like jewels in the bright daylight, violet, despite his squinting. The nearby water, however, kept the temperature remarkably cooler than in the desert.. And there were many separate pools, for private bathing if one wished, and a much larger pool for group gatherings.

This is the one he went to.

Men were gathered there, some sitting on the raised steps down to the pool, others were gathered in open rings, as the men wrestled for sport and for fun. He stood a small distance, watching as bets were being placed inside a knotted towel, the winner, apparently, would get the money.

He didn't care too much for the money. It was the sport itself that interested him. He'd always been a fighter.. Proud of his skills as one of the best in Dalmasca.. Among his men, he was the best, for he had to be, as General. Still, it never stopped him from challenging others, or others from challenging him. It was for fun, friendly competition. He'd never lost yet, in such games, but he enjoyed them, for it was not always so easy, and the better the match, the more fun he had.

Sometimes, he was called an animal by his fellow men. It was not a title that troubled him. They meant it in the way of a nickname. For he was wild, ferocious in battle. Fierce even outside of it.. always wild. He knew this. Was proud of it, did not care that his temper was shorter than that of a snake's. Had often been compared to the quick tempered, and intelligent Couerl.

He liked the nicknames.

There was one man among them however, who did not know the extent of his nickname, though by now he likely had a good idea as to the how and why of it. That man, of course, was Basch fon Ronsenburg, the man of Landis, pledged now to the cause of Dalmasca, and loyal as any he'd ever seen, more so than some.

He stood there, in only a towel as the rest.. watching the wrestling men. Blue-grey eyes narrowed to the sunlight, but he suspected, in curiosity as well. And though Basch had proved to be a rather innocent man in most things, in battle, he was not. It was one mystery that drew Vossler to the other. Had led him to accept Basch into his tent few weeks ago, and to take him there, claiming also his sweet virginity.. And thereafter, every day, and some nights too, taking him again.

In some cases, they could be considered lovers, but he did not love Basch.. though he was fond of him. More than many of his men. While he would give his life for any of them, if necessary, he would. Yet for Basch, he had so little love for the world, that he held on close to any real, however small, affection he managed to rouse up from his heart for another. The only other close by was his co-commander. A man he'd known since his boyhood.

His narrowed gaze still on Basch, he watched as those eyes turned to him.. A small smirk n his lips he couldn't prevent as, even from here, he spotted Basch's blush.. which could have been mistaken here as a flush of heat.. He knew better.

Chuckling softly, he made his way to the younger man, standing behind him in the little crowd, he pressed close, seemingly only because of the press, and said softly in Basch's ear.. “..The towel suits you.” That blush again, and he smirked, move smoothly away, and to the side..

One dark brow rose, on an equally dark face, made so by much time in the sun. He asked “Do you find this sport interesting to you?”

Basch nodded, though he said nothing for awhile.. Finally, “What is the point of this?”

Vossler chuckled lowly. “To have fun, it keeps one in shape as well.. To be defeated easily is a bad sign, means you are not in good shape.. or have much yet to learn, if you are new to such a life.”

He looked at Basch then, rose a brow.. “...I find the sport exhilarating. Makes my blood rush.. If you agree to it, I would like to challenge you, Basch.” His eyes danced in the sun.. Basch didn't entirely trust such a look, for good reason.

He'd seen that animal look too many times already. When they fucked hard and fast where they could be caught, or when Vossler planned to do something to him, to either embarrass him, and make him blush.. or tease him until he begged. And despite this, he shivered slightly, something that had nothing at all to do with the cool breeze.

“..Fine.” He agreed finally. He wanted to see how this would work Besides, a distraction from the recent travels would be good.

Vossler grinned, walked to the man collecting the money, and from somewhere.. perhaps he'd planned it all along, he pulled out 200 Gil, and dropped it in the towel. The man arched a brow, and when Vossler grinned, he did too, laughing. It was only when the other two were finished, and a winner determined, that Vossler stepped into the ring, his towel, unashamedly, tossed to the side. It would only be an encumbrance. And he had no issues with modesty, especially around other men.

Those violet Couerl eyes focused on Basch, and the Captain swallowed at the sight of the older man's exposed body, so clear in the daylight. Muscles glistening, wound with slight tension. His scars, always there, were no more clearly visible. It only made him look all the wilder.. He rolled his shoulders, and muscle rolled with them.

Basch had to suppress the heat that flared to his cheeks, but also to the pits of his stomach. He would be horrified to get hard in such a situation. Thankfully he was not..yet. And, taking Vossler's hint, though with quite a bit more hesitation, he tossed his towel to the side. Sensing his hesitance, a few teasing cat-calls were made from the crowd, and laughter followed when Basch blushed, and scowled, though Vossler only grinned.

“Now, now men.. Calm down. This isn't a stripping contest.” Surprised by Vossler's show of humor, the men laughed again.

Basch suppressed his blush and grunted softly, loosening up some as well.. before a moment of quiet settled over them. It was rare that the General did engage in the wrestling, but when he did, almost all turned up to watch.

Then there was a signal, one which even Basch recognized, as he'd been watching before. One man threw down a piece of bright red cloth, and it fluttered some, before falling to the floor, and in that instant, Basch thought he had known speed before, and was surprised with what Vossler possessed, for being such a large man.. He moved as true to his nickname. And lunged at Basch, the two immediately locked together.

Basch stumbled some, in his surprise, but he was a fighter, a warrior, and recovered quickly. He pushed back hard on Vossler, breaking the lock.. His expression changed to the hard calculation of his warrior nature, and Vossler felt a thrill at having drawn it forward. He liked this side of Basch as much as the other.. but this one he had never had much time to fully enjoy, as he was now.

The men cheered. Vossler growled. Caught in it all, Basch lunged this time, feinted to the right at the last moment, saw the slight surprise on Vossler's face before he hooked him about the neck, tumbled him to the ground.

There was a loud sound, o surprise, from the crowd, but then they were going wild. Vossler however, would not be taken so easily, though adrenaline had kicked into his blood. Made him wilder than ever, and he twisted, rolled them over bodily so that he now pinned Basch, and the grip was forced to be released in the awkward position.

Vossler grinned widely. He was enjoying this greatly.

It was only when Basch tumbled him off, and over his shoulders, that he laughed. He rarely did so, genuinely, as he did then.. But his eyes were bright, and he slid in the loose sand, caught himself and rushed Basch before he had a chance to stand properly. Both of them by now, covered in the clingy sand.

Vossler didn't care. The rules to winning were to simply keep one's opponent down for 5 straight seconds. He was on the third when Basch bucked him, and rolled them over.. The counter counted. 1.. 2.. 3... 4... but he had switched them again, lowered his head and whispered, voice a bit savage, gruff, from his rough breathing. “..Didn't know. .you could do this.” In the illusion of being resisted by Basch he rocked his hips roughly against Basch's, heard him gasps, smirked.

The count was up.

“General Vossler. The winner!” The crowd cheered, and he chuckled, stood up and pulled Basch up with him.. He was grinning this time and he looked at Basch, who was looking at him a bit incredulously.. In the midst of the laughing and cheering of his men, Basch said “..You cheated..”

That grin widened impossibly and Vossler said.. “..Only utilizing my playing field.. Captain.”

Ah.. and the warrior was gone, replaced by the blushing man.. And he laughed, clapped Basch on the shoulder, and with his hand remaining there.. led him off to one of the more private pools, pausing only a moment to pick up their discarded towels.

He waved off the men, shaking his head for the money. “Buy yourselves a round at the Sandsea.” They hooted at that, and Vossler smiled, slightly. No one followed them however, the games continued, and some moved from the heat to the cooler waters.

Hanging the towels on one of the trees, plentiful near the pools, Vossler said softly.. “..You are a great fighter, Basch.. a second more and I would have lost.”

Ever modest, the man blushed, said it wasn't likely. “You are stronger than me.” He said.

Smirking some, shaking his head, Vossler said.. “You are quick to doubt your ability. Don't do so. You were quick, and had a good plan.” He chuckled. “That's a good ability to have in battle.”

Basch said nothing, just declined his head in recognition that he understood, and stepped into the water with Vossler. They were quiet for some moments, sticky sand washed away, and the water was cool, refreshing.

It was only when Basch felt a hand sliding up his thigh that he realized he'd closed his eyes, and that Vossler had snuck closer to him.. Violet eyes ere directly in front of his, and for once, he felt calm.

Tilting his head slightly, Vossler said.. “Not going to sleep on me after that performance are you..?”

“No.. just relaxing.” The Landisian felt the ends of his lips quirk slightly, a habit he seemed to be picking up slightly from Vossler, the tiny smirk manifest, and Vossler grinned slightly.

“Good..” And then warm lips were brushing together, and Vossler's hand had moved from a water-click thigh, to something more satisfying. Stroking the quickly hardening length of Basch's cock, he growled softly, swallowing the soft moan Basch made, and the whimper when his thumb nail slid into the slit.

Breaking the kiss, Basch's eyes opened quickly.. “..Vossler.. someone will see, we can't..”

His words were hushed by a harder squeeze, words robbed of him as he shuddered,, “..They will not know what we do in the deeper ends of the pool.. and this pool is well secluded.” And it was indeed. They could see the other's, at n odd angle, but through the trees, it would be difficult to see them, and the others knew already Vossler wished to be left alone, as usual.

Basch gave into this logic, at the moment unable to come up with his own as he rocked his hips helplessly into Vossler's skilled hand, biting his lip to keep from moaning too loudly.. His hands gripping tight to Vossler's shoulders..

“Agh.. V-Vossler..” Moaning softly, the captain rocked his hips.. It felt so good. Vossler always made him feel good.. He wanted to return the favor.

One hand sliding down, he grasped tentatively at Vossler's cock, pausing when he heard a hiss.. but encouraged when Vossler nipped his neck and rocked his hips a little.. “..It's okay.. to touch..” He said softly.

Heat creaped into Basch's face.. but he kept his eyes opened. .watched Vossler's face change with pleasure.. Those wild eyes seemed to turn predatory with hunger, yet somehow softer at the same time with pleasure. He growled softly, a sound that always made Basch's spine shiver, and when he squeezed harder, Vossler suddenly pulled back.

He worried he's squeezed too hard.. “Voss---” His apology was swallowed in a hungry kiss as Vossler devoured his mouth, and pulled him to deeper ends of the pool at the same time. Holding on tightly as he was dragged to deeper water, he wrapped his legs around Vossler's waist. Humped him, and mewled softly.

“..Fuck.. Vossler.. Fuck me..” He needed the older man.. Needed that feeling of being taken so hard and rough, and cumming harder than he ever could to his own hand, vivid fantasies or not.

“..I plan on it..” Gruff, low, hungry voice.

Vossler pushed the other against the smooth walls of the pool.. His fingers already pushed deep inside the other, and Basch was moaning so deliciously.. Rocking back on his fingers, just as hungry. Those half-lidded eyes staring at him with want, and need. Lips kiss swollen, and more with the heat.. slick with saliva and water..

That was all he needed. He pulled his digits out, and Basch tightened his legs, whispered in his ear.. “..Hurry..”

“Fuck..” Cursing, his cock twitched at the simple word that did so much to his brain, obliterated his thoughts, and suddenly he was pressing inside, hard and fast, and Basch was screaming in his mouth, and he drank it down like sweet nectar, never stopping; pausing. He just pulled out, held those hips tight in one hand, stroked with the other, and thrust hard and fast again, the water rippling with the force of it. A small, choked moan escaping Basch, and himself.

All else was blind to his world but tight heat, sounds of the water splashing around their bodies.. Basch's moans sweet in his ear, and his sharp whimper when he thrust hard again and again directly against his prostate.

“Vossler!.. Agh... f-fuck!” The Captain called out, breathless.. so close already.. Hardly able to breathe from the force of it.. Cock throbbing and he made an attempt to thrust back, gave up, and merely held on tightly.

Not minding that in the least, the General drilled into Basch, bit his neck hard, sucked it until he tasted blood, and bit harder. Basch's cry made him slam rougher into the man, restricted only slightly by the water.. And finally he released his mouth from Basch's shoulder, licked away the blood.

The tremors started, and Basch closed his head.. speaking nonsense as he eventually lost the ability of speech and could only moan his pleasure.. Cock jerking at one last thrust that shoved him blindly over the edge, he came, and screamed.

“Vossler!!” His voice carrying through the baths.

Vossler followed shortly after, keeping his own shout muffled against Basch's shoulder, the man's name left his lips, and he thrust deeply, cumming hard inside him.. Too deep for the water to wash it all away. Felt Basch shiver slightly in his arms, and pulled back, though he stayed inside for a few moments, kissed him hard and deep.. Though it soon softened.

Tongues battled together, Basch's inside Vossler's mouth, and the older man sucked it hungrily, in a way that made Basch's spent body tingle. The Dalmascan man breaking it for breathlessness, and also withdrew from Basch, licking his lips as he did so.

“I think.. they heard you, Basch.” He said after a moment.. and Basch blushed brightly, looked a bit worried, but Vossler only chuckled softly.

“Not to worry.. if they suspect, it's likely nothing's changed.” Basch looked confused at that, asked him what he meant but Vossler only smirked. “I think they suspected before, that I had claimed you... After all. .you are wearing my choker..” He stroked the skin above it on Basch's throat, and the blush deepened.

“..Is it bad.. if they know?” He asked softly. He didn't want to be ridiculed.. or worse, punished, or get Vossler in trouble.

“No.. It is not illegal to have such relations in Dalmasca.. Nor is it uncommon. They may joke of your cries, but... They won't do anything serious. They have taken you as a brother.”

Basch smiled at that, and nodded.. resting his head on Vossler's shoulder.. “..I'm glad..”

Vossler chuckled softly and walked from the pool with the other, handing him a towel to dry off with, as he himself did also, before wrapping it around his waist.

Today.. had been a good day. And as everyone had suspected, and likely knew now, Vossler had staked his claim long ago.. and won the bid.