Pitöri nu tö
Kömo kuti me ya mo
Aya musirö
Wo ni naru made ni
Kimi wo si matamu
Sleeping alone
A coarse-woven mat would not wear out;
'Til of this twill mat
Nothing but the warp remains
Will I wait for you. |
| Username/Profile Link: | eri_quin | Ratings Written:
(Refer to main page) | My stories range all over the place. Mostly now M, at the very least T. Hm, yeah -all my stories are from T to M. | Characters Written:
| ....You really can't serious...With me, I have so many fandoms that this thing would be overloaded with characters. | Pairings Written:
(if needed) | To make things easiers, just the main pairings I've done and not minor pairings: Merlin/Arthur (Merlin), Laurence Dominic/Echo (Dollhouse), KakaNaru (Naruto), Carlisle/Bella (Twilight), Norrington/Elizabeth (Pirates of the Caribbean), Ukitake/Ichigo (Bleach), Zayne Carrick/Lucien Draay (Knights of the Old Republic comics), Harry Potter/Anyone (same fandom or crossover)...and a whole lot more. I make my pairings diverse and basically crazy. | Why You Write:
| I love to write. I want to go professional. I've been an avid reader since I was younger, discovered fanfiction, tried my hand at it, and have been writing ever since I was 11 and haven't stopped. In fact, I have serveral original works I'm working on and hoping to get published.
| | Beta-Reader? | ...I don't know. I'm not one, I'm not in a hurry for one but if someone's offering...? |
| | "What must be shall be." | More About the Author:
If you really want to know more about me (I'll add some other stuff, like maybe things from my other fics or from my original stuff later):
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Sample from one of my original works:
Helo snorted, “What the hell is this?”
Lucien’s icy eyes, again unnerving her, bored into the coffee. She could actually feel a bit amused the stern man was unhappy about his liquid creation.
“Black coffee.”
“You made this ****?”
The blond man twitched, but said nothing. His usual stoic self just presented the coffee to her again. Her hand reluctantly reached out, grasping the hot mug and took another sip.
“Can I reiterate how much your coffee-making skills suck?” she asked sarcastically.
His eyebrows slightly raised up, a hint of mocking in them that wasn’t resentful. He gave her a small smirk.
“You are my superior. You can say whatever it is you want to say.”
Helo glowered at him, pouting almost child-like.
“Don’t be a smartass. Adam wants me to do a full area clean sweep for any sign of Rebellion activity, and I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep.”
Lucien took a deep breath, “If I may, you should sleep more. You’ve become a workaholic since Edwards decided to create the Rebellion into an organized assembly.”
“I don’t have time to sleep,” she said wearily, slumping forward in her chair and putting her head in her hands.
Lucien tilted his head to the side, coolly observing her.
“Samuel’s doctor is reporting signs of him coming closer to awareness. I assume you are at the hospital all the time, and that is what is taking up your hours of sleep?” he asked disapprovingly, almost lecturing her in an accusing manner.
Helo froze up, and her head snapped up so she could glare at him.
“It is not any of your business on my concerns. I am your superior after all,” she snapped at him, ending her words in a mocking tone and throwing his rare joking words back at him.
His face was smoothed over and his body straightened up in attention, “I apologize. I was out of line. You are correct, and I should not have lectured you so,” he said composedly.
He nodded respectively at her and then turned on his heel, leaving her behind curtly. She glared resentfully at his back, feeling as though she’d actually lost to him when outwardly it seemed she’d won their little argument.
Well, whatever of it could be called an argument.
She wanted to visit her brother again, to check on his progress. If he would just wake up, she wouldn’t be so alone in this world.
If Sammy woke up, maybe she would feel better about herself.
But he wasn’t awake, and whatever signs that was saying he was close to, were wringing her nerves tightly into coiled bundles.
Perhaps Lucien was right, and she should take at least a nap. But that didn’t mean he was suggesting it out of concern. He was just lecturing her because he was making sure she remembered he’d taught her better than that.
Whatever. It wasn’t like she could accurately pinpoint the man’s attitude. He was so hard to discern that she just wanted to throttle him and make him tell her what he wanted.
Irritated, she sighed and laid her head on the cool surface of the cherry wood table.
A loud thump on her other side interrupted her break. Turning, she saw a mug and the large hand wrapped around it. Her eyes followed the hand to the arm, and finally to the face.
Almost gaping in surprise, she instead said, “What in the world?”
Lucien shrugged uncharacteristically, “Your assistant Ebony made coffee. She knows how you like it.”
He held up the folders she’d been looking out at earlier in her office, contents that were to be organized for the planned clean sweep.
“I’ve searched through some of these and mentally assigned the units best utilized to each area.”
He handed her some other ones, and took a seat next to her. As he began looking over the plans with her, she had a strange thought.
Maybe the cold bastard did care after all.
“This coffee tastes way better than the crap you were trying to shove down my throat earlier.”
“… Of course, ma’am. I apologize for giving you my ****.”
“…******* smartass.”
***
Oh, the world wasn’t going to end, she knew that.
She’d just tried to kill her ex-principal, who’d run and become the head of the Rebellion, becoming her biggest threat. She was also alone, family dead and brother in a coma and all. Well, there was Adam and Lucien, but Adam was bent on trying to control her and Lucien was a frigid bastard who taught her how to kill. Funny that.
She was practically alienated because of her high-positioned authority over everyone, exempting Adam who ruled over her because he was president. He was still a sociopath and was a greedy, selfish bastard though.
Still, people hated her because she was a class silver and was therefore loyal to the government. A government who was slowly showing how tyrannical they are under the rule of Adam.
Helo still couldn’t get over how that bastard was practically blackmailing her loyalty. Yeah, she didn’t have anywhere or anyone else to go to…
But it was all about Sammy. He was the only one she had left and there was no way she could take care of his medical bills without Adam’s help.
She sneered and her hand clenched around the glass, glaring at the calm but drunk Adam sitting in front of her. She resisted the urge to throw the glass at him, wanting to see the glass embedded into his skull and blood to leak out in rivulets from his broken skin.
Instead, she tossed back a drink from the hard liquor Adam had insisted she drink with him, wincing at the harsh burn of the Vodka. She swallowed the alcohol, and fought back against the tears that wanted to leak out.
Tears that might not have anything to do with her drink.
“What’s wrong, silly girl? You have all the power in the world and you look like I went and took a piss in your drink,” Adam smirked, slumping back.
“You don’t have to. It tastes like piss,” she deadpanned, not really saying what she really wanted. He was drunk. She could say everything she wanted to and he wouldn’t remember anything.
“You shouldn’t talk like that. You’re being ungrateful,” he pouted ridiculously.
“Thank you,” she replied in monotone, refusing to rise up to the bait. “
"Silly girl. We have so much power at our fingertips. Why are you so unhappy when you can have anyone...any-anything you want?” he snorted and repositioned himself, lying on the armchair sideways.
‘I want Sammy,’ she wanted to say. She knew better than to wish for the others though. They were completely out of her reach.
“You know, I once looked at this glass of alcohol and thought ‘This glass is my power. The liquid in it is the pathetic people underneath me, the world. And my hand holding this glass? It shows my power over the world and over those pathetic people. My hand is power –my power into control, and holding that glass shows my control,’” he lectured to her.
She stayed quiet, letting him rant to her.
“I am God, you know. Adam in the image of God is God. I will not fall like the fool, however. I will shine so brightly that even the Morningstar of Lucifer will pale next to my light, and I will ascend to the great heavens.”
‘You are insane,’ she wanted to say, horrified.
“And you, my pretty, little chimaera…will rule alongside me.”
The twisted little patterns that weaved around them, showing a design so complicated and so unbelievable, with Adam as its creator and the manipulator and Helo as the helpless puppet to help him along with his plans, slowly unraveled to reveal a warped and perverse beauty that only Adam could admire and Helo could only be privy to having helped made.
The world was at an end. And she’d helped it come.
“Don’t worry, Helo. I’ll teach you everything.”
“I don’t want to learn anything from you,” she choked out.
Helo pulled her knees up and she curled into herself, crying into her knees as she wrapped her arms around them and clutched them to her chest. Her body shook and she cried and cried, and she didn’t know if she would ever stop.
Adam watched her amusedly from his spot on his chair, reclining and finding amusement in her actions. “
What a silly girl,” he murmured.
Helo’s head shot up from its position on her arms on the desk she’d been laying on. The memory of the dream was still lingering, tear tracks still wet on her face and droplets on her eyelashes.
“Coffee?” Lucien asked without looking at her, not even acknowledging her tears and the fact she’d fallen asleep in the middle of their planning. He pushed her refilled and hot mug towards her.
Ignoring the burn, just like she had with the alcohol, she took a gulp of the coffee and tried to erase the evidence of weakness she’d let through in her moment of vulnerability.
“I think I’ll go to the hospital right now,” she told him in an empty voice.
“Don’t take too long. There’s work to do,” Lucien replied stiffly, still not looking at her.
She threw him an annoyed look as she strode out the door.
***
The auburn hair of her younger brother seemed dull in the pale fluorescent lights flickering above them. Samuel Winchester’s eyes were closed, and had been for a long time.
No sky blues to tease her.
He looked the image of death, an imitation that haunted her. His skin was paler than she’d remembered it, and his lips were tinged white.
“I-I’m sorry, Miss Winchester. We were all mistaken. Samuel doesn’t seem to be waking up any soon. It was a false alarm,” Dr. Rohlan looked sorrowfully at her.
“I see,” she answered in a hollow voice.
“Do you still want us to keep you informed?”
“Of course.”
Awkwardly, Dr. Rohlan made to leave but Helo stood up abruptly.
“There is business I need to attend to. I must leave now,” her face smoothed over, turning business-like and eyes hardening.
“I understand, Miss Winchester,” Dr. Rohlan cleared his throat anxiously.
Helo turned on her heel sharply and left the room behind.
***
Grabbing the folders and papers that were left behind, Helo had just looked over and made adjustments to them and was now readying to hand it over to Lucien to execute most of the plans. She had no idea where he was, which was strange.
She entered his personal office and set down her paperwork on his desk, still seeing no sign of him. Rolling her eyes, she was about to leave when she caught sight of a folder peeking out from under the place mat on top of Lucien’s desk.
She picked it up and began reading.
Time travel consists of the idea of a main timeline. Each decision made by any one person creates an alternate timeline that may also create more alternate timelines depending on more decisions made. These decisions made in time are called turning points. These turning points are major events happening in all the timeline that have serious effects on future events. They are the points in time where a time traveler may travel back in time to.
However, there is one key to the system of timelines. The turning points, the main events dictating how the future would run, mainly depend on one person. The timelines are surrounded foremost in karmic energy. Every wrong committed by everyone else is visited upon this person, as they are the one surrounded the most in karmic energy, with the timelines revolving around them and their decisions. That’s not to say other people in the timelines don’t have turning points themselves, but theirs are more important to their own life and those closely assembled to it. The person with karmic energy must make decisions that affect the entire world’s life and the future’s course.
To time travel, one must go to another alternate universe. Time travel and alternate universes are irrevocably connected. That is because as a time traveler travels back to a turning point and changes the decision from the main timeline, turning that into an alternate timeline, or rather a sort of alternate universe because of different events occurring from the point of the turning point.
Alternate timelines have parallels of people from the main timeline. They’re called analogues. They are the mediums used to “time travel.” However, to time travel, the time traveler must replace the analogue. It’s because there cannot be two of the same person in one timeline. But to assimilate into the new body, the analogue, the time traveler must leave their own timeline behind. To do that must be permanent and willful.
To kill oneself and then be transported into the analogue’s body, taking over and replacing the analogue…
She kept reading until the end, not sure if either Lucien or Adam was actually serious about this research. It seemed ridiculous.
Placing it back under the place mat, she strode out and dismissed the contents of the folder.
She had no idea how important it would become to her, in the future.
 | STORIES BY THE AUTHOR
"How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!" |
 
| I'd listen to the words he'd say
But in his voice I heard decay
The plastic face forced to portray
All the insides left cold and gray
There is a place that still remains
It eats the fear, it eats the pain
The sweetest price he'll have to pay
The day the whole world went away
| | | Title | Rating | Parings | Summary | | The Day the Whole World Went Away | T (For now) | Merlin/Arthur, Gwen/Lancelot, Morgana/???, heavily implied past-Uther/Ingraine, one-sided Gwen/Merlin, one-sided Morgana/Merlin, slight Edwin/Merlin (mostly one-sided), slight Nimueh/Merlin (mostly one-sided)... | This was not the future the legends had been carved from. Far from it. And as Merlin watched the world burn, she felt nothing but apathy. For Arthur, it was all worth it. Conspiracies, lies, and half-truths are constructed in a masterful web that surprisingly Merlin and Uther are in the middle of. A girl’s devotion and what a father is willing to do for his son. FEATURES: Semi-dark!Girl!Merlin, Cunning!Ruthless!Uther, Suspicious!Observant!Arthur, and the rest will be drawn into the chaos. Set as an AU, genderbending fic. | | The Day the Whole World Slept | T (For now...) | Merlin/Arthur, Gwen/Lancelot, Morgana/???, heavily implied past-Uther/Ingraine, one-sided Gwen/Merlin, one-sided Morgana/Merlin, slight Edwin/Merlin (mostly one-sided), slight Nimueh/Merlin (mostly one-sided)... |
Merlin’s life should’ve been easier. She was just a high school student, friends with rich kids Arthur and Morgana Pendragon and Gwen Jennings, kind maid to the family. And yet, it isn’t –not when she’s suddenly best friends with depressed Uther Pendragon, father to Arthur and Morgana, and a woman named Nimueh keeps testing her. It doesn’t help to think she’s the reincarnation of the famous wizened old wizard of Arthurian legends and she keeps dreaming about it. Parallel semi-sequel to The Day the Whole World Went Away. | | The Day the Whole World Rewound |
NC-17 (Most worksafe) | Various, outrageous, the expected, not expected, etc. etc. | Moments in “The Day the Whole World Went Away” that could’ve, might’ve, never did happen. AUs in the AU, what if’s, events that happened and are expanded here, behind the scenes and the drama, and character introspectives. |
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| | "Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field." | | "Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun." | "O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name!
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet."
"One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish."
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
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A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. |
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