Since this LJ is primarily for fandom-/fic-related things, and if you come here, it's probably for that, here's an easy-peasy listing of my work.

(I got on the LJ bandwagon very late, and so most of these (really, just most of the Final Fantasy work) link to ff.net, where I go by the name "Sztorm."  One of these days I would love to get these cross-posted on here, but, well, that's a lot of fics to take care of.  So maybe sometime down the line.)

As of now, I've written for:
-Darker Than Black  (1)
-Final Fantasy VII  (15)
-Final Fantasy X  (1)
-Hetalia: Axis Powers  (5)
-A Tale of Two Cities  (1)

( Konstantya's Fic Archive )

Title: Something Blue
Hetalia
Genre: Drama/angst
Characters: Austria, Germany; mentions of Prussia, implied AustriaxHungary.
Rating: PG
Word count: 2,500, excluding notes
Summary: The Iron Curtain is drawn heavily. Germany is lonely. Austria is lonelier. Not that he'll ever say as much.

( Austria stubbornly keeps his eyes closed until he remembers that it is 1961. He no longer has servants who live on the premises, who will answer telephones for him at any hour of the day. )

Austria is my Tifa of Hetalia.  Meaning I kind of throw him around everywhere and in just about everything, because I often like the way characters interact with him, and the way he interacts with others.  I even make him (surreptitiously) angst about his relationship with Hungary.

OH MY GOD I'M WRITING THE SAME STORY OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

Well, not quite.  But there's a bit of a trend, at the very least.

This kind of makes me want to write a crack crossover where they interact with each other.  They can both pretend they're not angsting, and maybe they'll make out at the end.  (Better yet, sex.  'Cause if I'm doing a crack-fic ("doing" in the theoretical sense--I severely doubt I will ever write this scenario), I might as well go all the way cracky.  Already I'll be having a world-saving chick talking to a country that doesn't even exist in her universe.  What better way to end it than sex?  It makes perfect sense!)

Finished Hetalia fic gets posted tomorrow.  At the moment, it's too late; I'm too tired.

Sure, let's go with disappointment.  Regarding the Hetalia fandom.  Really, just regarding the fics.  And not even the amount of them, or the quality of writing, but the subject matter.  I don't know, it just seems to be all pairings!pairings!pairings! now.  Specifically fluff or PWP.  Which, granted, you have to expect a lot of in any fandom, but I miss those historical fics I used to be able to find fairly often, that are now few and far between.  And that's another thing (and here's where my disappointment maybe gets a little rant-y):  Does every single historical event, when it even bothers to show up in a fic, have to get sexualized?  Not that there isn't a time or place for sex to show up in historical-context!Hetalia, but does a military alliance really require some buttsex to seal the deal?  Just asking.

Then again, this is coming from the girl who generally finds explicit sex scenes in literature pointless at best, and ridiculous at worst.  (Generally.  Occasionally they'll have more substance than who's licking what and who's screaming whose name, and those are a nice treat.)

But yeah, when it comes down to it, I would just like a wee bit less sex and a wee bit more history.  I probably won't get it, but hey, Christmas is coming up.  Maybe Santa will be nice to me this year.

Besides that, I'm on the verge of finishing a fic, so hopefully mentioning this doesn't jinx me and make me lose interest for another month (especially considering I seriously have only 1-2 short paragraphs left to write), and I'll get it posted very soon.  I also have another, slightly older fic I should finish--especially since it's so short for me.  Like maybe 1,000 words.  That's rare for me.

1st phase:  "Long one-shot!  5,000 words, maybe?"  ^_^
2nd phase:  "6,000 words already, hmm...really long one-shot, I guess!"  XD
3rd phase:  "Shit, I might have to break this up...  Maybe three parts?"  :\
4th phase:  "Well, okay, three parts it is!"  ^_^
5th (current) phase:  "Over 14,000, huh?  Yeah...this thing's going to be at least 20K..."  D8

I am not breaking this bitch up into chapters.  I don't care if each part has to be 10,000 words apiece.  I'm not doing it.  It won't work; it won't flow.  It was bad enough I had to break it up in three to begin with (which actually worked great in the long run, but the same cannot be said for 3+ chapters).

On the bright side, I've got the meat and potatoes of it down, and now it's just filling in the blanks with the proverbial appetizers, drinks, and dessert.  It's actually starting to look like a real meal, not just bits of ingredients here and there.

Well...check that.  I might already have dessert in there...

Wait.  No.  That's one hella bitter dessert, if that's what it is.  Maybe if you like...like, straight-up black espresso for dessert or something.

[/food metaphor]

Title: Dusking
Hetalia
Genre: Drama/general
Characters: Hungary, Austria, mentions of Italy, HRE. Slight AustriaxHungary.
Rating: PG
Word count: 2,500
Summary: Austria does dishes, Hungary thinks he acts like an old man (but a sexy old man!), and the Thirty Years' War looms on the horizon. Based on the extra Chibitalia strip, "Something Written As the Immediate Effect."

( She blinked again, and the question leapt out of her mouth before she had time to think about it. ''You actually know how to do dishes?'' )

Obligatory CYA: I don't own it.

Austria,

Why do I find that stick up your ass so fascinating?  Srsly.

Sincerely,
Me

I think...I may be writing my first slash pairing.  Huh.  (Though, as is usually the case with me, I'm sure nothing even close to explicit will make its way in, but still.)

This should be fun.  Providing I ever finish it.

XD

Title: But That Was In Another Country
Hetalia
Genre: Drama/angst
Characters: Prussia (but a moment of PrussiaxHungary somehow got in)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~1,900, excluding notes
Summary: It's 1948, and he's lost.

( It's 1948, and he's lost. )

Obligatory CYA: I don't own it.

It's so rare that I post a light-hearted, borderline fluff, romance story (and ZOMG I KNOW THE WORLD'S ABOUT TO END NOW) that I had forgotten how sheerly popular those things are.  It's kind of scary (and maybe a little sad), that so many other great fics get passed by simply because they're (OH NOES!) a bit more meaty in the serious department and lacking in the sugary smex kisses.  It's always most depressing to find a really great fic that has NO comments, whatsoever.

So here's to you, passed-over good!fic.  I wish I actually had a glass of wine or even a beer to toast with, but it's noon, and I'm in America, so alcohol at lunch is a little taboo.  Sorry.  I'll raise my coffee cup instead?  That's my personal staff of life, at least.

I'm on a roll. Not really, but we can pretend.

Title: Chance of Rain
Hetalia
Genre: Drama/Angst
Characters/pairings: AustriaxHungary
Rating: PG? Sure, let's go with that.
Word count: 2,600 (not including notes)
Summary: It was a complicated thing, their history. 1989, and the borders open.

( A picnic. )

Obligatory CYA: I don't own it.

Title: Words For Thoughts
Hetalia
Genre: Romance/Humor
Characters/pairings: AustriaxHungary
Rating: PG
Word count: ~1,600
Summary: Only Austria would still manage to use precise speech when drunk.

( This is one of the disadvantages of wine; it makes a man mistake words for thoughts. )

(Holy shit, I actually got the cut to work. This is cause for celebration.)

Obligatory CYA: Don't own.

(Zomg, my first meme!)

"Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!"


1.  It was also times like these she wished she still slept with a frying pan under her pillow.

2.  (Manipulative and a bit underhanded, perhaps, but all was fair in love and war, or so the English said.)

3.  Vivaldi's "Summer" concerto filled the afternoon, the third movement ringing fitfully throughout the house.

4.  He wants to tell the man to piss off with his mystical fortune-telling bullshit, but worries there might be some truth to it.

5.  In that moment, if he could remember his real name, he thinks he would ask her to call him by it, just once.

6.  "I've such a headache," she whispered matter-of-factly, staring distantly toward the sand-dusted floor beneath her, eyes wide and seeing nothing.

7.  "You can think what you want, so long as you don't throw up on my boots."

8.  Dreams and death parading as life, and they're lies and liars, all of them.

I'd like to think that this is what Sweden...

  Sweden:
  -large
  -imposing
  -man of few words








...sings (and acts like) when drunk:

I guess LJ won't let me embed?


And is it just me, or does the frontman look like the love-child of Jamie Hyneman and Adam Savage?

I hate when I google "Austrian" and it automatically assumes I mean "Australian."

No.  No, I really, truly mean "Austrian," google.  Trust me.

(Thank goodness for search engine tricks, at least.)

...KTHXBAI.  *leaves all swift and ninja-like*

Here I was, telling myself I wasn't going to get heavily involved in the Hetalia fandom.  And now I've got three fics in the works, and I'm totally fangirling Austria, also fangirling Hungary (to the point where I want to grow my hair long again just to maybe cosplay as her), pretty much fangirling AustriaxHungary, and growing a steady crush on Prussia.

I guess this is what happens when you make history AWESOME.

Oh, FFVII, have I forsaken you?  Only time will tell.

Oh, man, I just cleaned up my tags.  I feel a lot better now.

For whatever reason, shoujo romance manga(s?) are totally my guilty pleasure as of late.  And here I was, lamenting the severe lack of bespectacled bishounen (and bespectacled heroines [or "heriones" depending] now that I think about it...) when lo and behold!--I find one!  In "Absolute Boyfriend."  So there's a love triangle, and I'm obviously rooting for the boy in glasses (and he's got dark hair, ooh, even better), and blah blah blah, I won't go into details, but typical shoujo stuff happens and pisses me off to the extent that I wonder why I read these types of stories anymore and decide that it must be masochism, and then it ends with a cop-out ending that's too fast and contains far more wangst than angst and leaves me completely disappointed and unsatisfied.  Sadness and anger commence.

Just once I'd like to read one where the girl actually realizes that the boy-next-door is PERFECT, despite--or even because of--his flaws, and they actually get together.  Like, 4 REALZ get together, not like she actually chooses the "official" Mr. Perfect but he gets deported and his plane crashes in a blaze of wangst, and boy-next-door is there as back-up (not the exact circumstances, but the gist of "Absolute Boyfriend," except I'd hazard to say "Absolute Boyfriend" is worse, and sorry for spoilers, but honestly, who cares?).  Or hell, I'd just like to read one where the girl is OMG emotionally mature.  Or grows to BE emotionally mature and realizes the jackpot of a bespectacled sexpot she has next door.  But I'm probably asking for too much.  I mean, this is shoujo we're speaking of.  Most of them consist of: clumsy, ordinary girl whose only redeeming qualities are "inner strength" or something, and then the senior heart-throb/adonis/so-independent- and-so-mature!/rockstar/chef/martial-artist/sensitive-painter/vampire totally falling for her for no discernible reason.  A girl's fantasy, I know, I know, and it's shoujo, so I shouldn't expect much more, but I guess I'm just too much of a cynic and a realist.  Hell, even when I WAS in high school (when romance was, again, a guilty pleasure), these sorts of stories pissed me off.

Is it too much to ask for the hero to be a beta male with just enough drops of alpha so that he's not quite a doormat?  (Soushi of "AB" comes close, and he's honestly probably the only reason I kept reading it, but he kind of pussies out at the end.)  This is probably where my personal preference shows through, as I love nerdy nice guys (glasses = yes) and have known for many a years now that they're much better than the bad boy on the crotch-rocket.

Le sigh.

The only good romance I've found is "Bitter Virgin," which has truckloads of angst, but at least it's honest-to-god ANGST, not wangst, and the love story is extremely fulfilling, as chaste as it is.  (It kind of reminds me of "Pride and Prejudice," what with all the tension and how all these little things mean so much more than HAWT BOYZ ZOMG PORNSTAR SEX THIS MUST BE LURVE.)

Anyway, I'll probably continue my search through romances, despite all of the above.  Because I'm a masochist.

Happy Birthday, US of America.  I love you in "Axis Powers Hetalia."

So I still had some stuff over in my old bedroom at my parents' place, like under the bed and whatnot, so I finally went over there and took a gander, and found like ALL the notebooks I started writing (mostly fanfiction) in.

Oh.  Em.  Gee.  It was terrible and hilarious and nostalgic and terrible.

The (w)angst!  The self-insert Mary-Sues!  The rushed romances!  The clear lack of understanding how sex actually works!  The painful anachronisms in historical fics!  The even more painful usage of late '90s pop songs!  And did I mention the (w)angst?  (Though, to be fair, at that point my parents were in the middle of a messy divorce, and that combined with me just beginning the fuck-all that is adolescence meant that I wasn't much of a happy camper and had a pretty good reason to be angsting, and looking back, it's probably a very good thing that I used writing as an outlet, but still!)

I just want to travel back in time and tell my 12-13 year-old self, "DON'T DO IT.  FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T DO IT."

I wish I had a bonfire pit because I would so burn those notebooks to destroy the horrid, horrid evidence they provide.  As it is, I'm utilizing a paper shredder because these poor things must be destroyed, and I'm too embarrassed to simply put the very whole, very readable papers into the recycling.  There are a couple of the "better" ones I think I'll hold onto for nostalgic purposes, but ZOMG the rest have got to go.

Obviously I know that if it weren't for all those badfics, I wouldn't be where I am now, but that still doesn't make up for the fact that they are badfics.  I recall having the same reaction when I looked through my high-school art portfolio.  Though there wasn't nearly so much disgust and embarrassment.

Still, I take comfort in the fact that, technically, I was pretty damn kick-ass for a tween.  Proper dialogue tags, good paragraph breaks, correct spelling (I think I remember using a pocket dictionary and thesaurus, to be honest...).  I even knew how to use a semi-colon, though they still made me a little nervous--kind of like driver's ed, when they let you off the parking lot and onto the actual road.

I kind of have to wonder, though...  Pretty much ALL of those stories from way back when were romances.  And once I started writing...well, I can't say "professionally," but once I started writing seriously, romance pretty much got thrown out the window.  I can't help but wonder if that was a subconscious reaction against all those romances.  (I was just talking to a friend the other day about a similar thing--how I could totally handle living alone (if I could afford it) and love the solitude, if only because I had none of that in the house I grew up--something was always going on, and I was never home alone.  But anyway.)

It's an interesting thought.  And now I have a lot of shredding to do.

I should find one of the less-painful pieces and post it, just for the hell of it, haha.

I also found a cat's cradle string and book, and I'm amazed that I still remember how to make Jacob's ladder.   And now I'm gonna go relearn the butterfly.  Yeah.  That's right.

Hurrayz!

Title: Fără
Darker Than Black
Genre: Drama/angst
Characters/pairings: HeixHavoc (in a strange, dark way)
Rating: PG-15, just to be safe
Word count: 1,700
Summary: Odd, that simply interacting with Contractors was more exhausting than killing them.

( Promise me one thing... )

Obligatory CYA: I don't own it.