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Flee by Hopie-Cat, literature

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Flee

Grell came into his office at the end of the day and handed him his notice. William looked up, raising his brows. Years in the field, and this was the first he’d heard of a spy quitting his job through official channels, “… tired of the glamour?” he asked lightly, setting the paper aside. Grell grinned, hitching a hip up onto the table, knocking over the pen pot in the process, and purred, “darling, I don’t need the glamour.” His hair was thinning, cut short and close to his face, and William noticed that the dark circles underneath his eyes had grown larger. “You don’t look so good,&r

Interrupted Programming .A:tLoK. by Hopie-Cat, literature

During Work Hours .Kuro. by Hopie-Cat, literature

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During Work Hours .Kuro.

The Reaper Canteen (unofficially known as 'Ciacco' after an incident involving Grell, red lipstick and the canteen doors) was where ordinary food went to be turned into unappetizing, slushy mush. Once, Eric Slingby had sworn that he'd seen a whole tomato - a ripe, red tomato - sitting quite prettily on a kitchen counter, but that day's meal had had no taste of tomato and it hadn't looked red. The general opinion was that Eric had been imagining things. "I'm tellin' ye," Eric nudged his bowl of pea-green something -- it wasn't soup, because soup was obliged to dent when a spoon was introduced to it -- "I saw a bloody tomato on the bloody coun

Reassure by Hopie-Cat, literature

Party .Kuro. by Hopie-Cat, literature

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Party .Kuro.

It was nearing Christmas, and he should have seen this coming three weeks ago, when Grell had talked him away from the third floor broom closet by citing that Alan and Eric were being improper within it. Eric's rage was, now, all the more understandable, considering that what had apparently been in the broom closet had been enough liquor to kill off half of London, most of the forest's supply of mistletoe and enough red streamers to put them all into a permanent state of colour-blindness. William wasn't exactly sure who to blame for this, but he knew that Grell was involved, and that Grell would get the brunt of his rage, and then some. He'd

Death .AC. by Hopie-Cat, literature

Seeing .Kuro. by Hopie-Cat, literature

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Seeing .Kuro.

They took the eyes first. In William's younger days, he had been a scholar, bent over the manuscripts of the infamous Greeks and Romans -- he remembered the smell of parchment when the rain sank through it, the running ink down the dusty spines, the world-weariness of the text -- and in his younger days, the nights had been spent alone with a candle and a tome, translating the finicky words until the creeping daylight sent him to his bed. (And he remembered how the candle would dust shadows with flickering edges on the pages, and how difficult it was to read in a storm.) An eye for an eye, the phrase demanded, and they had taken all from

October .Kuro. by Hopie-Cat, literature

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October .Kuro.

Hyde Park was orange and gold with autumn and half the trees had already lost their leaves to the biting wind and the slow snowfall. Just a few steps away, London pulsed darkly, smokily, and all the chimneys spat out black smoke that congealed over the stormy sky. At precisely two fifteen, a man was going to fall victim to the black clouds, and choke on his way home; his was just the first death. There were more, following him, but that was the first death of the day. What a shame, having to ruin a lovely autumn day with work. Grell nursed a cup of tea alone on a park bench, and her hair stood out brighter than the leaves and the struggling

Trying .Kuro. by Hopie-Cat, literature

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Trying .Kuro.

Ronald had dozed off on his reports again. He had a mild, bone-deep urge to throw his book at him, but the book had been loaned from Grell, who was scrupulous of their upkeep, and it wasn't really a gentlemanly thing to do. William would refrain from throwing the book, but he was not strong enough to keep from dropping it by Ronald's head. It was fat and stout and high, and made a satisfying bang on the piles of stacked up reports. Ronald's back went from slumped to straight in mere half-seconds and scrambled for his pen. His hair had ink spots on it at the ends. The report he was writing was all smudged. "You fell asleep again, Mister Kno

Dream .Kuro. by Hopie-Cat, literature

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Dream .Kuro.

There was a forest, thick and dark and full of secrets, with thorny black trees that scared the moon into hiding behind the clouds, and he was all alone there. There were no birds singing, and there were no animals grazing; there was nothing but the thorny black trees that wiggled and moved like earth-worms and a smell of caskets, funeral halls, mints. Alan kept to the crooked path, pumpkin orange and luminous, but it was so difficult to see it deeper and deeper into the forest, where the shadows grew more voluminous. He felt tired and the path was so long. Wolves' howling strayed closer with the wind, and Alan found himself thinking that h

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Interrupted Programming .A:tLoK. by Hopie-Cat, literature

During Work Hours .Kuro. by Hopie-Cat, literature

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During Work Hours .Kuro.

Reassure by Hopie-Cat, literature

Death .AC. by Hopie-Cat, literature

October .Kuro. by Hopie-Cat, literature

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October .Kuro.

Trying .Kuro. by Hopie-Cat, literature

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Trying .Kuro.

Dream .Kuro. by Hopie-Cat, literature

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Dream .Kuro.

Chicken .AC. by Hopie-Cat, literature

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Chicken .AC.

Sun-dazed, the Assassin slept peacefully by tall window, taking advantage of the breeze that came from the north and smelled distinctly like sand and smoke and palms. His head was cocked forwards, chin on chest, like a drunk's – his fingers were splayed long over his notes, in case a young novice tried to pull them from him. It was unlikely an event, as Malik's temper stretched for longer than the shadows did, and all the novices in Masayf were frightened of incurring that terrible wrath. Altair was not one of those frightened of him, and was hanging off the window by a single hand, watching the other Assassin doze. Malik's strong back

Frame .Kuro. by Hopie-Cat, literature

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Frame .Kuro.

In a corner of Ronald's flat, pamphletted together atop a faded, dinged dresser, are five or six photographs in tarnished frames. The sepia is dusty with the years, and the material is starting to curl. William doesn't know why he keeps them around. There's a strong chance that the people in the photographs have already gone back to the earth. They're the only sign of this flat being a home that there is, though extra clutter would just be mess, and there's certainly no need for mess. Still. It does seem odd that a boy with so much sunlight in him would actively choose to remind himself of loss. It's no secret that Ronald struggled with the

Korea .GO. by Hopie-Cat, literature

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Korea .GO.

It was a fresh new day, and thirty houses had been turned to rubble before the sun had been up an hour. Sitting aloft, Crowley watched the soldiers march over the packed earth and splintered wood. "It wasn't my fault, you know," he told Aziraphale, still as a dead fish, sat behind him. The angel was remarkably warm. "I-I... It wasn't my fault." "I didn't have a doubt, dear boy," and Crowley believed that it was true, believed that Aziraphale knew him different, and relaxed against the angel's chest, heard the pulse of something stronger than a heart, soothed himself with it. "Okay. Yes, well. I don't want to have you banish me to the couc

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Feb 2
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Deviant for 13 years
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If there was an A-level in 'goofing off when there is studying to do', I would get that.

Fan of cats, dogs, jokes, not starting the armageddon by mistake, demons and muffins, not necessarily in that order. Fanfiction writer with aspirations for more (just established determination to succeed).

Takes self (and everything) too seriously in a goofy way.

No time to thank for favourites, but appreciates every one - thank you for reading my scribbles and enjoying them <3.

Favourite genre of music: I listen to most anything that isn't pop.
Operating System: Windows
MP3 player of choice: Brandless little 4GB things.
Shell of choice: Er... seashells?
Personal Quote: "Look, there's a problem, let's just all flail at it until it goes away."

Favourite Movies

I ... have forgotten the last one I watched. :l Which probably says enough.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Difficult to say - I'm currently obsessed with Saving Abel.

Favourite Games

Metal Gear Solid series.

Favourite Gaming Platform

Playstation 3

Tools of the Trade

Laptop, pen, notebook.

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Roleplaying, writing, chatting, reading, listening to music.

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Hopie-Cat

Feb 29, 2012

I live!

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It's just been hectic around here, but I haven't forgotten this place - I've got loads of ideas for new things to write, and hopefully I'll be able to get to them as soon as university lets up a little. Surprisingly enough, university is a pain in the arse. In the meantime, I'd greatly appreciate it if you could vote for these designs: http://kbakonyi.deviantart.com/art/Dapper-Cthulu-287790582 http://kbakonyi.deviantart.com/art/Creative-Monster-287788380 I'll happily write stuff for the voters, if people don't mind waiting a bit. Thank you super much in advance, and I hope everyone's well!

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Hopie-Cat

May 7, 2011

Taking Requests

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From now until an unforseeable future - original, Kuroshitsuji, Good Omens, you name it. If I know the fandom, I certainly won't mind writing for it; so, yes. Requests. Any takers?

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Hopie-Cat

Apr 27, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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I will not be posting anymore Mafia!Verse here - instead, that dubious honour's been left for my livejournal account, which has a large amount of crack that I do not post here. www.write-rewrite.livejournal.com Only one more shot will actually be Mafia!verse, and it's a shameless PWP to follow up the other one - but if anyone is interested and wishes to follow along to any other crack written in that unvierse, feel free to check my livejournal account. On a side note, I feel like I shall be taking requests again in a few days' time - since, you know, there's really no reason I should be studying. Exams looming up? Pah, forget exams. Writin

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dauwdrupje

Feb 2, 2014

Happy birthday!! I hope you're having a wonderful day! ♥

Pajunen

May 25, 2013

Thanks for the

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motomori

Apr 3, 2013

are you still alive? o.o

Hopie-Cat

Apr 3, 2013

I am! Just a little busy with Uni.

motomori

Apr 3, 2013

still good to hear from you again BD

Hopie-Cat

Apr 5, 2013

Awww! It's good to know I haven't been forgotten! I'm thinking of opening up prompts again, taking some for Kuroshitsuji since I know I haven't really written anything in the fandom for a while -- and just opening up prompts in general, of course.

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NitroRed

Feb 2, 2013

Happy birthday!