[Ramirez]'s Art and Writing
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Skies of Arcadia: Legends
Tales of Symphonia
Legend of Zelda
Ouran High School Host Club
Tales of the Abyss
Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance
Axis Powers Hetalia
England And America
Austria and Hungary
Prussia and Austria
Italy and Germany
Russia and Lithuania
America and Canada
Left 4 Dead 2
Vyse and Scout
Kaelin and Yami
Ryshar and Mathais
Mathais, Ryshar and Yami
Other Original Work
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Full Metal Alchemist
Title: Don't Ever Leave Me
“The day had started like any other… Edward, feeling antsy from the lack of work to do and had decided to go for a walk, accompanied by Den, a childhood friend in the form of mans best friend. Edward walked quietly, his hands in his pockets, golden orbs raised to stare at the heavens azure tireless gaze. The clouds were absent this day, chased off by the suns enthusiastic rays of sunshine. In the distance he could hear the churning water of the river. It was mostly calm, and tranquil through most of its journey, though for half a mile it was nothing but roaring, foaming waters. Dangerous at this point, a bridge had been constructed over it in case of being inconvenienced by flooding from the lower parts of the river…”
Tales of Symphonia
Title: The Life of An Angel
“He watched with growing regret and sorrow as the combined worlds of Tethe’alla and Sylvarant fell away beneath his feet. His eyes, soft, dark, and full of melancholy watched as everything that had ever meant anything to him slipped passed his fingers. Memories….so many memories he had cherished and hated were left behind in a swirling vortex of resentment. So many friendships forged and broken, so many emotions, so many years…”
Tales of Symphonia
Title: Traitor: Chapter One
“Traitor. The word made him shudder with despair. Sure, he had misled them into thinking he was someone he was not… But he had never expected his betrayal would hurt them as profoundly like this…His auburn gaze lifted to the window. The drapes sighed heavily against the wooden walls, their solemn graceful moments striking a chord deep in the man’s heart. The light shone through the window, brightly contrasting against the oaken walls…”
Title: Am I so different?
“Drizzt Do’Urden walked silently through one of the towns in Ten-Towns. He wore his cowl over his dark elbony face, trying to obscure his dark complexion marking him as a Drow. But it was importunate...for everyone in Ten-Towns knew of the outcast Dark Elf. Not one person of Ten-Towns would personally acknowledge Drizzt, even though he had saved the Towns from oblivion--twice...For Drizzt was kin to the hated and feared Drow…”
Tales of the Abyss
Title: Jade's Bad Timing
“Maybe we should talk to him… He seemed so… so strangely neutral
“Natalia… We should probably just leave him alone.” Guy chided back softly. “How would you feel if you had to face… like Asch or something.”
“I would definitely be upset…. Which is why I think someone should all go and talk to him. “ The Princess said, hands on hips. She turned suddenly to the red-head standing beside her, “Luke, you should do it!”
Tales of the Abyss
Title: Just Like Her
“Look, Jade… It’s just like her….” Dist said softly, his voice quivering slightly with anticipation for his idols reaction.
The Necromancers’ brow furrowed as he eyed the white-haired mechanic before him. Saphir was as scrawny, dolled up and stupid looking as usual. Everything was so meticulously placed on him—from the light shade of purple across his lips, to the very way his clothing hung from his body. Jade hated the way his eyes always followed Saphir’s sickening feminine curves. It was absolutely nauseating.
Left 4 Dead 2
Title: L4D2: Hell on Earth
He didn't believe in God.
He had never had had a reason to. Maybe he was too vain, or perhaps too stubborn to believe in something he couldn't touch. Even so whispers of what lay on the other side were still so god damn… vague. I mean, no one wanted to go to Hell, right? God or no God, that just didn't seem so great and when no one could really say for sure, why risk it? Then again, it may be the next best thing to this Hell on Earth.
Left 4 Dead 2
Title: L4D2: Things You Know
The stench of death suffocated his senses—choked and choked, squeezed and throttled, pressed and held—it suffocated without compassion. God, how it was suffocating.
He felt somewhere deep within himself trembling. Trembling so terribly that he could feel it in his bones. His heart was aching, his eyes were stinging, his lungs begged to taste anything but this godforsaken room.
Left 4 Dead 2
Title: L4D2: Last Man on Earth
He was alone now. Walking with a limp as blood spread from an opened wound in his right calf. It was warm, sticky. Not unlike the warmth he felt down the side of his face and down his mangled arms. If he licked his lips he would have tasted that pain too—but he didn’t dare. He didn’t dare taste that coppery red that could have very easily belonged to someone else.
Left 4 Dead 2
Title: Acts of Contradiction
Silence. Wait—not quite. There was something… a humming? Was someone humming? Who was that? Was it even human? Or was it his imagination—no—wait— it was definitely a person. But where are you? Where have you gone? I can hear you, but I can't find you! Come find me! I'm here, I'm here, I'm here!
The StarboonsTitle: Begin Anew
“Yami shifted the young drow boy that he held in his arms against his hip and took the moment to brush the child’s distracting snow-white hair from his eyes. The boy gave him a curious stare, but said nothing, only blinking his wide strangely accented auburn eyes. Yami tried to shake the feeling of being read like a book and looked back at the trail he walked upon…”
“Vincent gave an enthusiastic cry as he pounced forward onto the grass, cupping a magnificent purple and black butterfly between his small hands and the grass. The child’s tongue stuck out thoughtfully from the corner of his mouth, brow furrowed, his brilliant crimson eyes gleaming with anticipation behind his small square glasses…”
Title: Field of Flowers
“It was a wondrous day in Aurora. The new summer breeze still carried the faint hint of spring. Blossoms were in full bloom now and their smells burst forth with clarity, each aroma filling the air with its sweet blissful scent. The song birds whistled and crooned lovingly back and forth to each other as they hopped about in excitement or took flight in a cloud of color. The sun was high in the sky now, leaving the cloudless azure above to bask in its flawless glory…”
Title: Two More
“Kaelin finally blew out the breath he had been holding. How long had his lungs been starved of air? He couldn’t remember... He was deathly worried of the outcome between himself and Yami… How would Yami react? What would he say? What wouldn’t he say? Each of the monks’ hands reached comfortingly around two young children. Both had brilliant silver hair and bright golden eyes, with the palest of porcelain skin.”
Title: Conquering Love
“Kaelin’s sweet laughter rose into the air sharply as a fine white mist, dancing up into the star strewn air to disappear in a mysterious whisper of silence. He danced from one foot to the other, his hands clasped together while his eyes shot around excitedly. His light lavender robes couldn’t keep up with his constantly changing feet, and they swished back and forth around his legs dizzily…”
Title: The Most God Damn Loveliest Melody
“The beautiful melody echoed off the castle walls—somehow exacerbating its melancholic sound to all its sleeping occupants. The sound was pure, gentle, too sad for words, but holding such a strong sense of sorrow that it only accentuated its tireless echo…”
Title: Graveyard Visit
“He felt… strange… Sad… nostalgic, perhaps…?
His crimson eyes flickered about the rows of headstones, each marking a day that the buried could never escape. He shuddered involuntarily and shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his robes as he hurried his pace … He wasn’t overly fond of cemeteries. Why should he be? The dead were dead, and he was alive…”
Title: City of Roses
He had never seen anything so beautiful.
Roses upon roses...as far as the eye could see, swaying lazily with amazing loveliness as some unseen goddesses breathed softly on them from above. The smell was almost overpowering, but so lovely that it only brought tears to his crimson eyes. Yami inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and allowing the intense smell of roses to cloud his mind... It was so peaceful... and something else... so... so... so empty?
Title: A Change of Perceptions
Yamis’ heart was pounding in his ears as he stumbled through the deep snow. His feet were wet and numb with cold, and yet his lungs burned like fire with each shuddering breath he took… He stumbled down the snow strewn path nearly losing his balance, but a nearby wooden sign post provided him with the closest thing to a reassuring hand. The ex-Prince shoved himself away from the sign after a few moments of trying to catch his breath—he could hear the men behind him… Their angry, panicked yells spurring the strange and terrifyingly strong will to live within the half demon. It caused the crimson-eyed man to ignore all his fatigue and continue to sprint down the pathway.
Title: The Academy Life
The half demon prince sat quietly at his desk, scribbling absently at a piece of parchment as his brilliant crimson eyes slowly moved across the open book at his elbow. The twenty-six year old was bored, as he often was, with his academe homework. It wasn’t that the subjects were hard—it was far, far from that. Yami was the youngest and in the top five of his graduating class. The homework itself was of null difficultly and barely required a fraction of the mans’ attention.
Title: Say No to… Alcohol…
Yami sat quietly by the window of his room in a comfortable looking sofa chair. He had one leg tucked under himself as he read a large weathered book in his lap. The half demon leaned one arm on the sofa chair with his chin dropped languidly in the upraised palm. He would have looked bored and nonchalant if it weren’t for his crimson eyes that flickered like lightening back and forth behind his small reading glasses, the only sign that betrayed his disinterest.
Titles: Suppressed Memories
Yami stared. His face was stony, blank, absolutely devoid of any and all emotions. His crimson eyes flickered from one of his twin nephews to the next. Shuichi was staring him dead in the eye, his hair started curiously white but ended in black tips, it was combed neatly. Jin was glancing nervously between his uncle and his twin brother, his hair was wild locks that started with black and ended in white.
Title: In Come Scout and Vyse
Snow drifted from the gray heavens, littering the small town of Flanaria in a blanket of white. Several people hurried through the snow while bundled warmly in their overly large coats and mitten clad hands that they stuffed into their pockets as they hurried along down the cobblestone sidewalks. Despite the colder temperatures, people still bustled about the quiet town, running errands and giving a seasonal greeting to neighbors while offering baked goods and warm coffee or tea to each other in the comfort of their cozy, comfortable homes.
Title: New Feelings
“Yes, yes of course we will!”
He sprang from the floor where he had previously been kneeling intently before a beautiful young maiden. Spinning about, his grin shone like fine white snow, an amazing spectacle to behold. He took several determined steps away, and his footsteps pounded loudly on the wooden creaking floor. The redhead stopped, turned about, and then bowed deeply to the stunning and strangely dressed woman.
Title: And then he could see no more
“I’ve spent a years quietly dying, pretend that everything is all right, that it’ll all get better, that I should just smile. Just pretend everything will be all right. It’s been such a long time… A lifetime that has been wrought with tragedies, stained with sorrow, and laughed through with ignorance…”
Title: Secrets Best Left Unknown
There was another resounding crash as the lightening split apart the sky in a brilliant and blinding flash of white. The heavens seemed to open and an unforgiving fountain of miserable wetness spewed from above and battered the quiet city with a certain air of vengeance.
Title: Kaelin's Thoughts
And what I said was true, words aren’t always the one thing that scar the heart. It’s very true that physical wounds bleed, and they leave the body quivering with pain, but they heal over time and the pain becomes only a distant memory. It’s also true that a harsh word can sear into the heart and leave an unbearable aching.
Title: Beautifully Tragic
“Well…shit. It looks like I messed up, Ryshar.” Mathais’ tone was so light, so cheery—as always, but there was a quiver of pain that hide beneath that light-hearted whisper. “Sorry…”
A choked noise of disbelief escaped somewhere in the back of Ryshar’s throat and grinding his teeth the white-haired unholy angel looked away, forcing out a low, uneven breath. It was all he could do to keep from crying, and damn Mathais, how dare he make him.
Title: The Road to Joy
“You’re not supposed to die!”
“Death is but another journey, Yami.”
“It’s not! You’re…you’re suppose to live forever!”
The Queen of Aurora laughed, and it was like music. “Oh, Yami. Don’t tell me you still believe in such things?”
Title: The Invisible String
“Hmm?” Yami looked up from his book, blinking up at the tall and simply dressed monk standing before him.
Kaelin smiled gently, “May… I speak with you?” The softness of his tone was one of seriousness, and it worried the Prince of Aurora. Silently Yami set the book aside, giving his friend his complete and undivided attention. Kaelin sighed softly sitting in the others lap and reaching his arms around Yami’s neck before resting his head in the crook of the princes’ neck. Yami blinked in surprise, but quietly embraced the other unquestioningly.
"Well, you seem depressed."
The suddenness of the voice startled Mathais so badly that he cried out in surprise and spun about to stare with wide-eyes at the assailant of his thoughts. With a little laugh of relief, Mathais realized it was only Yami. He smiled, though there was a certain sadness to it (Yami noticed), "Yami, it's just you." He voiced out-loud in his heavy, though rather attractive accent, then leaned back against the railing. "You scared me." The Elf admitted softly, and absentmindedly his eyes unwillingly drifted away and a touch of melancholy reached his usually jubilant face.
Title: Amethyst, the Fallen
He had been a bad boy, a bad angel. He had been very disobedient as of late, always questioning, always angry, flustering the other angels, trying to force them into fiery debates. The other angels grew weary of Amethyst. He may be the oldest of all the angels the goddesses’ had created, but he had grown arrogant…Oh so very arrogant.
Title: The Perfect Sonata
“I use to hate this piano when I was a child.”
The prince was sitting quietly on the piano’s bench, staring at the dusting, old worn out piano that had been neglected over the years. It seemed that with his own exile his father had completely shut off the music room—it probably hadn’t been touched for hundreds of years…. which would explain the dust.
Title: Story Bonds (ongoing)
Description: A project that has a series of short stories showing the interaction and bonds between the Starboon Family. Follow the wiki for more details.
Title: An Interesting Turn of Events
It had started off as a rather boring and uneventful journey. The sun was blazing above and the humidity was high, leaving a sticky moist sweat glistening on their skin and making them a little more irritable and a little less on alert. The trail had been a long one, winding around several mountains, over rickety looking bridges and through tight spots that left the four pressing their backs to the cliffs and praying that their footing held. Lucky for them when they passed through a small herding village the villagers had pointed them to a local trail that they claimed took off nearly half a day then the original more commonly traveled one. It was off the map, but they trusted the local’s. Who else would know the terrain better than those that lived here year long? Certainly not any outdated maps.
Title: Ryshar and Mathais - The Beginning
Mathais whistled cheerfully as he walked down one of the snow-strewn streets. The air was rather cold and he was shivering underneath his thick coat. The townspeople that went by him didn’t seem to mind the frigid air much. Mathais figured either they were use to the weather or they were much better prepared for the outside elements than he was. Come to think of it, a lot of people seemed to be adorned in some pretty expensive fur coats.
Title: The Price of Knowing
“Father?” Raif inquired quietly, leaning forward to try and capture his father’s attention. Yami had been staring out the window blankly for the last three or four minutes, his left hand poised with a pen over a piece of parchment as if he were ready to write something but nothing seemed to be coming to him. Yami turned to him, blinking widely, obviously surprised at the others presence. “Father… I’ve been wondering this for years… and I just simply can’t keep it to myself anymore…” Raif paused for a moment, gauging his father’s expression. The way his mouth tightened ever so slightly and how his eyes seemed to grow very sad all of a sudden seemed peculiar. Raif almost didn’t ask, but he had already committed himself, “Did you ever want me? Was I a mistake?”
Title: The Venus Fly Trap
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Ryshar stated seriously from across the room as he kicked off his boots. Yami looked at the white-haired man and then looked to Mathais who he would be sharing a bed with. Yami returned his gaze, questioningly, to the golden-eyed man. “You’ll regret it,” Ryshar continued in a sing-song voice.
Title: Friends Never Say Goodbye
“Ryshar… you can’t keep doing this,” Yami said softly reaching out to steady his old friend. Ryshar stood in one place, but even so he was swaying slightly—obviously drunk. He had always been one to turn to the bottle in desperate and hard times. The last few years had been the hardest Ryshar had ever endured. He had lost his best friend. His lover. His Mathais. Even after three years it hadn’t become any easier.
Title: A Familiar Face
He awoke slowly, confused, and feeling a dull pain that seemed to be everywhere at once. His crimson eyes fluttered opened, straining hard to see. As his eyes adjusted he was able to make out the room he had been renting for the last few days. What had happened…? He couldn’t quite remember. His hand rose, shakily, to untangle itself from under the covers and he placed his fingers over his straining eyes.
Title: There's Always A Reason
It was so strange sharing a bed with him. Sure, it was completely platonic—very innocent. Be even so there was this terrible pounding in Yami’s chest that he couldn’t quite control. Kaelin was sound asleep and lying on his side with his face towards the demon. As awful as he felt for staring at the monk while he slept, the guilt just simply wasn’t enough to make him stop. There was just something about that sleeping face, the way his bangs shifted slightly with each breath that escaped through his slightly parted lips that was just too beautiful to look away from. But they were friends… they were only friends. He shouldn’t…
Title: Incantation Sierra
It took him nearly a year to finally figure out how to change the incantation to the point where it would no longer require brutal force of tearing a rib from the body as a source of DNA. And when Yami realized he had finally figured it out, he let out a surprised sigh, sat back and fixed his glasses. It was finally time.
Title: Once Upon a Lifetime Ago
At one time, once upon a time, a lifetime ago, he would have called himself happy. Genuinely so. Each day he would have met with a smile. Each day he would be ready to face the world like it was his to conquer.
But now…? Not so much. He would smile, sure. But was he happy? Not really. It was a general happiness now. Something that was just enough to get him by. Happiness for having a roof over his head, food in his belly. Everyday happiness. Nothing like what he had once known.
Title: I Dreamt I Died
He could hear them talk, he could see them too, but for some reason he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t open his eyes. He found this most odd. They shook him, they tried to coax him awake they even pinched him, but even though he was so sure he was looking straight at him, they seemed not to know he was awake.
Title: Storm of Fears
He hated it. He hated everything about it. He hated how the bright light would blind him and the following noise would deafen him. He hated how his senses were toyed with like some little trivial plaything. He hated the way it made him feel. So helpless, so powerless… so alone.
Title: Quiet Homecoming
He felt a shudder run through his body and he tried to fight off the sudden suffocating feeling. It had been so long since he had last seen this city… Even though he had lived here for nearly his entire childhood, it was just like walking into any other city. The familiarity of it was never anything he had experienced. From the castles windows he could gaze at awe at the expanse of houses as far as he could see. But he had rarely stepped foot in the actual city. Once he had visited the port along side his former Professor with a small secretive escort—but that was all.
Title: Judge Not
“He was decked from head to foot in black leather. Buckles and straps fixated across his tight suit, the hilt of a dagger protruded sharply from the sheath at his hip, hanging lazily from his silver belt. In each boot glittering silver hilted beautifully crafted daggers shone like twinkling stars like those in the velvety sky above. His pale white skin contrasted sharply against the night sky, as did his predominate crimson eyes that glistened like neatly polished jewels. The man swept his silver locks from his softly scowling face, revealing himself to be a young man in his early twenties. His finger tips, pardoned by the excessive blackness of his wardrobe, twisted though his locks absently…”
Title: Move Along
“Great anguished cries filled the air. Blood showered the grass like crimson blossoms, stealing away its childish innocence. The Goddess’ mourned the deaths with great raindrops that hailed from the heavens like tears. Amidst all the disarray and chaos was the snow-blonde Priest Everard. His once flourishing white robes were stained with the blood of those he attempted to heal. His pale, slender hands were soaked with the lifeblood of other men…”
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