I haven’t had one of those non-writing posts in a while.

( Perhaps one day, I will get a life. Until then, I angst and weep over the Panic! split. If you consider yourself at least a little bit sane, don't read this, please. )

I have no life.
Again, I apologize if you read that entire thing. I wish I could say that I am only this emotional about it because I'm PMS-ing or something, but I'm not. Damn.
On a happier note, here's some stuff that is guarantted to make you happy.
1) Brendon Urie - Three Little Birds (Bob Marley Cover).
Is it safe to say I like this as much as the original? Is that allowed?
2) Daft Punk - The whole Discovery album. Dance, you fools.
3) La Roux - In For the Kill. Now dance some more!
4) Danny Elfman's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory soundtrack. Eat inconveniently large lollipops, you fools.
5) Patrick Wolf - The Magic Position. Because it is glee in song-form.

I'll post again later about more a bit later...there's a lot to say, just about music and life and most importantly, writing and all that jazz, so. Weee. *sob* Meh.

Title: The One Where Adam Sings During Sex (No, Really.)
Author: insanityxspeaks
Rating: NC-17 (Can this be an NC-100 instead? Because this includes an illegal amount of sex. And mischief, and eavedropping, and wiener-speak, and it's just bad.)
Word Count: 3,133 *is ashamed*
Summary: The Idols, particularly Kris and Adam, on midgets, political correctness, Von, I Love Lucy, Neo-Nazis, freaky kinks, and thorough abuse of just about everyone on the show. Oh, and sex. Lots of sex, illegal amounts of sex. No, but seriously, this was saved in my computer as "Singing!sex - WTF". It has no plot, honest, just crack. If you are hoping to read some serious literature, please, please look elsewhere. Like way, way over there.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Matt and his bruised soul.
Author's Note: So, my friend and I were joking around one whilst watching, what else, Idol, like "Hey, wouldn't be totally fantastical if Adam had some weird fetish/disease where he SINGS when he has sex, and then Kris is like WTF and then they HARMONIZE?" It was a joke. And then she was like, "No, seriously, write it Hannah, write it, I want it, NOW" and I was like "No!" and then it happened anyways. I give in to peer pressure, what can I say. Anyways, don't read this if you like your sanity and Danny Gokey. Also, it is nothing at all like Pink Noise. It is, if possible, even more shameless and self-indulgent. Though while I'm here, I do want to say that ya'll seriously rock with the comments and I squeed for an embarasingly long time at all the love you guys gave me, so thanks. This fic does not deserve comments, but they would make me happy. *feels shameless, again*

( “Lucy,” Kris drawls after he comes down from the high, “you got some ‘splainin to do.” )

Title: Waxen Bones, Gossip Lips, and a Candled Pose: Chapter Nine.
Author: insanityxspeaks
Rating: NC-17 (non-consensual sex; language; mentions of drug usage)
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon; (side pairing: Sisky/The Butcher); Ryan/Pete (one-sided, non-con)
Summary: [Highschool!AU] Brendon Urie is new, bubbly, and unintentionally dangerous. Ryan Ross is quiet, hopeless, and a victim on all accounts. A story spun by webs of lies, deceit, and the horrors money wrought.
POV: 3rd.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Author's Notes: This is a long-ass chapter, which hopefully makes up for both the failage (shut up, it's a word) of last chapter, both content-wise and as far as update-fail is concerned. I hope you guys are happy with this one, and please please please send feedback. I love feedback on everything - content, style, characterization, what you love, what you hate, I love it all. Please, and thank you. Enjoy. ♥
Warnings: This chapter contains a very graphic, explicit depiction of non-consensual sex. If this offends or discomforts you, I would highly recommend that you avoid reading this chapter. That's all.
Beta: thevoid_alizah

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( “Everyone should love their willy.” )

Title: Waxen Bones, Gossip Lips, and a Candled Pose: Chapter Eight.
Author: insanityxspeaks
Rating: R (language and some violence), eventual NC-17.
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon; (side pairing: Sisky/The Butcher)
Summary: [Highschool!AU] Brendon Urie is new, bubbly, and unintentionally dangerous. Ryan Ross is quiet, hopeless, and a victim on all accounts. A story spun by webs of lies, deceit, and the horrors money wrought.
POV: 3rd.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Author's Notes: Writer's block is a bitch. This chapter took me over a month to write. But the next update will be quick (well, quick for me, which is slow for most people, but still) because I've almost done with chapter nine. Please don't throw things at me for this fail of an update. I'm not really a big fan of the actual chapter either. Anywho, comments are love. Please give feedback, it is the fuel to the fiction, my loves. ♥
Beta: thevoid_alizah

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( Ryan Ross is a tick in his flesh poised to bleed. )

Title: Pink Noise
Author: insanityxspeaks
Rating: NC-17. This is just porn. Shameless, filthy porn.
Pairing: Kradam, dur.
Summary: This is nothing but self-indulgent, pornographic nonsense based on this picture.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, and the title comes from Bright Eyes' "Hot Knives."
Warning: This features bondage, but it's entirely consensual. However, if you're still not into that, then do not read this. And if you're looking for plot, look elsewhere. ;)
Author Notes: This is my first little venture into AI8, although it's certainly not my first time writing idolfic (Um, the cookstro comm was basically my home last year during the beautiful frenzy of AI7, I miss them.) I've been following Kradam mostly from what my friend sends me, and now I am a total believer in their gay, and was bullied into writing some sexytiemz based on Adam's Kiss performance, so here it is. Comments equal good karma. ♥



( Blood sings in his fingertips and his lips and teeth and sizzles beneath his bones, and the tension of this high is tangible, he can taste it, metallic but sweet and like fire. )

Title: Waxen Bones, Gossip Lips, and a Candled Pose: Chapter Seven.
Author: insanityxspeaks
Rating: R (language and some violence), eventual NC-17.
Pairing: It's complicated.
Summary: [Highschool!AU] Brendon Urie is new, bubbly, and unintentionally dangerous. Ryan Ross is quiet, hopeless, and a victim on all accounts. A story spun by webs of lies, deceit, and the horrors money wrought.
POV: 3rd.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Author's Notes: So, you guys can feel free to throw boulders or refrigerators or fat people or whatever at me or make little Hannah voodoo dolls and puncture it with needles, it's cool, I totally deserve it for failing so hard. If Updating Fics At A Reasonable Time was a class, I would be kicked out of school and shipped back to kindergarden because I would have negative points. I don't think I even replied to any of my [fantastical, orgasmical, epic and beautiful] reviews. Apparently, I even fail at that. But you guys have been so awesome and supportive and wonderful to this fic and you deserve the world, so I am sorry. Really, really sorry. I actually think this might be my favorite chapter as of yet (that sounds horribly arrogant, which I cannot really afford right now, but y'know, whatever.) So I hope that might make up for my updating failure the teensiest bit. I am writing chapter 8 right now, but suffering from the most obnoxious writer's block ever, but I promise my next udate will not fail this hard. I'm kind of just hoping that you guys haven't completely forgotten about this story.

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( “That night, Brendon dreams of coral red poppy flowers glittering with tears and a ripped willow tree torn away from its roots and a spinning carousel on a stormy beach where everything smells like a salty seawater lie. He doesn’t sleep for long.” )

Title: Waxen Bones, Gossip Lips, and a Candled Pose: Chapter Six.
Author: insanityxspeaks
Rating: PG-13, eventual NC-17.
Pairing: It's complicated.
Summary: [Highschool!AU] Brendon Urie is new, bubbly, and unintentionally dangerous. Ryan Ross is quiet, hopeless, and a victim on all accounts. A story spun by webs of lies, deceit, and the horrors money wrought.
POV: 3rd.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Author's Notes: I fail. Epically. So, so epically. I am seriously so sorry. I don't think I've ever failed this hard. And even worse, I don't even really like this chapter. Other projects sort of got in the way, but they're starting to subside and soon it will be summer, thank god, so updates should be much quicker. I went throught a quick spell of writer's block, but that's finally over. Anyways, um, yeah sorry that I fail so hard. And I hope you guys haven't totally forgetten everything because it's been so long. I think I'll dedicate this one to thisabsinthe and shadow_dancers6 because they made suicidal threats. It's sort of a big deal.

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( “Four thousand dollars, and all you have to do is break a stupid little boy’s heart.” )

Title: Waxen Bones, Gossip Lips, and a Candled Pose: Chapter Five.
Author: insanityxspeaks
Rating: R [implied, non-consensual sex, language] eventual NC-17.
Pairing: [pre-slash]Sisky/The Butcher, [non-con]Ryan/you'llsee, and one more that will be revealed-ish at the end of the chapter [I really don't want to say just yet, but I'm sure it's obvious].
Summary: [Highschool!AU] Brendon Urie is new, bubbly, and unintentionally dangerous. Ryan Ross is quiet, hopeless, and a victim on all accounts. A story spun by webs of lies, deceit, and the horrors money wrought.
POV: 3rd.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Author's Notes: I WIN. Do you see this, children? It's been what, like two days since my last update? YES. YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE I WIN. I am obnoxiously proud of myself right now. I actually updated. And I actually reveal important plotlines in this chapter too. DOUBLE WIN, YES. Um sorry, enough with the braggage, I'm done. Please review if you read, it makes my day, and you will be rewarded with powerful waves of delicious KARMA. ♥
Oh and also note: "Droogs" means "friends" and "devotchka" means "girl" in Nadsat, which is Alex's made-up language in A Clockwork Orange. You'll see why that's important.

Previous Chapters:
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four

( “Make him fall in love with you,” he repeats, squeezing Brendon’s hands, driving the minty green paper farther into the heel of Brendon’s palm, staining it. )

Title: Waxen Bones, Gossip Lips, and a Candled Pose: Chapter Four.
Author: insanityxspeaks
Rating: PG-13 [eventual NC-17]
Pairing: None, yet.
Summary: [Highschool!AU] Brendon Urie is new, bubbly, and unintentionally dangerous. Ryan Ross is quiet, hopeless, and a victim on all accounts. A story spun by webs of lies, deceit, and the horrors money wrought.
POV: 3rd.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Author's Notes: I fail. I never wanted to be that kid who updates like once a year, yet here I am. Okay, maybe not that long, but usually I am better about these things. Sorry for the wait! Anyways, this chapter is longer to make up for the pathetic shortness of the last one, and I hope you guys like it. Reviews equal epic win. ♥

Previous Chapters:
Prologue | One | Two | Three

( “Bring the camera. I’m craving blackmail.” )

Title: Waxen Bones, Gossip Lips, and a Candled Pose: Chapter Three.
Author: insanityxspeaks
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: None, yet.
Summary: [Highschool!Au] Brendon Urie is new, bubbly, and unintentionally dangerous. Ryan Ross is quiet, hopeless, and a victim on all accounts. A story spun by webs of lies, deceit, and the horrors money wrought.
POV: 3rd.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Author's Notes: Chapter three! Again, I am an epic failure at posting. Hopefully I'll be better next week, but maybe not just because all my teachers are piling a bunch of shit on me with hopes of finishing before a much-needed Spring Break. Anyways, I don't like this chapter too much. It's rather short-ish, or at least shorter than usual. And as always, feedback is super appreciated. ♥

Previous Chapters:
Prologue | One | Two

( Brendon's not a private person, but about this, he just could be. )

Title: Waxen Bones, Gossip Lips, and a Candled Pose: Chapter Two.
Author: insanityxspeaks
Rating: R [implied non-con and language].
Pairing: None, yet.
Summary: [Highschool!Au] Brendon Urie is new, bubbly, and unintentionally dangerous. Ryan Ross is quiet, hopeless, and a victim on all accounts. A story spun by webs of lies, deceit, and the horrors money wrought.
POV: 3rd.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Author's Notes: Chapter two! Sorry this took so long to post, guys, I've been really busy [okay so I've actually just been a lazy bum hobo, but hey, it happens]. This chapter features Gabe's unique brand of sexuality, obscure vocabulary words (read: pariah), thunderstorms, and music by Brand New and My Chemical Romance. Anywho, as always, feedback of all sorts is extremely appreciated and I really, really hope you guys like this. ♥

Previous Chapters:
Prologue | One

( “And that, Mr. Urie, is Ryan Ross.” )

Title: Waxen Bones, Gossip Lips, and a Candled Pose: Chapter One.
Author: insanityxspeaks
Rating: PG-13 [for now, will go up to NC-17 later].
Pairing: None, yet.
Summary: [Highschool!Au] Brendon Urie is new, bubbly, and unintentionally dangerous. Ryan Ross is quiet, hopeless, and a victim on all accounts. A story spun by webs of lies, deceit, and the horrors money wrought.
POV: 3rd.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Author's Notes: Next chapter! There's lots of other Fueled By Ramen kids [plus Tomrad and Sean Van Vleet] featured in this, so sorry if some of them seem a bit out of character, I took a bit of creative liberty with this. Oh, and there is angst. And mentions of Will Ferrell. And the awesomeness that is the Andy Mrotek aka The Butcher. Feedback of all sorts is extremely appreciated and I really, really hope you guys like this. ♥

( It’s the ragged cusp of sleep in a new town, a new era. )

Title: Waxen Bones, Gossip Lips, and a Candled Pose.
Author: insanityxspeaks
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: ...I don't want to give it away just yet.
Summary: “Brendon, I have a proposal. It’s gonna sound sick, it’s gonna sound wrong, but I have one thousand dollars here to change your mind.”
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Author's Notes: I've written about 209348234 first prologues or chapters for this fic and I've finally found one I like. The idea's been on my mind for ages, and it's generally filthy, angst-ridden, and sadistic, but then so am I. Yay, so there. Durrr, um - comments make my world go round and feedback of all sorts is extremely, ridiculously welcome. I hope you like, and even if you don't, tell me so. Uh, please.

( Regret is the worst kind of monster. )

92 icons from some of my favorite people from some of my favorite bands. ♥
*please credit.
*comments are lovely!

ICONS.
[001-020] Bring Me the Horizon [oli & curtis].
[021-025] Conor Oberst // Bright Eyes.
[026-030] Empires.
[031-041] My Chemical Romance [frank & gee].
[042-054] Panic at the Disco [lots of ryan].
[055-060] The Devil Wears Prada.
[061-081] The Academy Is... [lots of carden & sisky].
[082-092] Underoath [spencer & aaron].

( oh you went fast, to the midnight land. )

*please credit.
*comments are lovely! ♥

ICONS.
[001-020] Adam Brody
[021-044] Paul Bettany
[045-071] Adam Lambert

Preview:

001	002	003

( sends shivers down my spine; body's aching all the time. )

Title: Ricochet.
Author: insanityxspeaks
Rating: NC-17 [graphic, graphic sex]
Pairing: Skandar/Will
Word Count: 1,936
Summary: Skandar curls his long, lanky arms around Will’s neck, pressing his lips to his cheek and then rocking back on his heels. “But Will, you’re just so sexy all riled up and possessive like this.” [Total PWP for sure, plus jealous!Will and implied Skandar/Will/Ben]. Part one of two, the second part being the mentioned threesome. ♥.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, yeah, shut up.
Author Notes: It's been too long since I've written a super graphic PWP like this. This is my first time writing for this fandom, though I've wanted to for a long, long time, just never got around to it. Hope you guys like it! ♥

( Will thinks he could drop dead right now and die a happy man. )

Title: The First Day of My Life.
Author: insanityxspeaks
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Word Count: 3,288
Summary: Vignettes chronicling Frank and Gerard's relationship, from girlfriends and alcohol and the death of a grandmother and all the love in between.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The title belong to Bright Eyes. Vignette title credits include The Beatles, Empires, Phantom Planet, My Chemical Romance, and Bright Eyes.
Author Notes: This is one of the fluffiest things I've ever written, though there is still a fair bit of angst. I cried a little when I wrote it too, which is just weird.


( Frank Iero plays like he’s fighting. Like a masochist. Like a sadist. Like a Tasmanian devil, like a rabid animal, like a man in love. )

Anger Management, or Something of the Sort.

This is where I draw the line.

Blackened eyes
Strings of blood in my mouth lace the spaces
Like a rotten spider web
Glass grains where four knuckles should be
I’ve got bones in my teeth
I’ve got blisters in my cheeks

This is where I say goodbye.

T dreams, to composure, to sanity
I bid you farewell, I tip my top hat
But the devil on my shoulder tells you
“Never come back”
This fire, this wraith, this red that I see
I’ll wait in dark places, set my rebel-cage free

This is where I found my Joker smile.

Jaws rip the bonds of restraints
Insanity snaps and spreads like wildfire
Say you’re sorry and you still won’t win
Say you’re sorry and I still won’t give in
I’ll purple your eyes and break all that’s thin
Then I’ll take the strong and wear it’s grin

Fragmented Sleep.

I just want to dream in pastel colors
And burn my eyes in cold water
And share fate with another

I just want to skip until tomorrow can’t catch me
And sing ‘til I’m static
And dance; I’m electric

I just want to be a musical fever
Riddle my bones with the radio
Lace my veins with crescendo

I just want to be like those bricks called my teeth
Sleep inside a cherry cavern
Conduct an orchestra of greed

I just want to swell like a birthday balloon
Meet the jaws of caustic mayhem
Sketch a garden on the moon

I just want the magic of ink in my skin
And spit shadows into cynics
And taste skeletal sin

I just want to color this night sky in fragments
And sew my eyelids shut
Tie my lashes in a knot

For by my sunlight-spilled window, I will have forgot.

( Drive-By On Life and Sexy Music Rambling )

Songs of the Moment:
1) Flyleaf -- Sorrow
2) The Dead 60s -- Riot Radio
3) t.A.T.u. -- Fly on the Wall
4) Shiny Toy Guns -- Ricochet!
5) Otep -- Warhead
6) Jon Asher -- Noise Inside My Head
7) Underoath -- It's Dangerous Business Walking Out Your Front Door [Live, off Survive, Kaleidoscope]
8) Iron & Wine -- Naked As We Came
9) Phantom Planet -- Dropped
10) Chronic Future -- Time and Time Again

Title: It's Dangerous Business Walking Out Your Front Door.
Author: insanityxspeaks
Rating: R (language, lots of alcohol, and boykissing)
Pairing: Ryan/Spencer (Rycer? Spyro?)
POV: First, Spencer's
Summary: Spencer and Aaron soar into the chorus, and the crowd’s sanity and composure clips and slithers away between the cracks in the wooden floor, a volcanic eruption of anarchy. Some perverse sort of bliss crawls through my veins; it’s beautiful. An Underoath concert and alcohol leads to ... well, Spencer isn't really sure.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the boys of Panic!, this (delicious) song, or Underoath. Robin and Lainey are my creation, however.
Author Notes: I went to an Underoath concert, okay, I HAD to write something about it. I saw this pretty pretty pretty boy, and he and his girlfriend were cuddling and what not, and then the mosh pit starting pushing them and so the pretty boy's friend came in and they were spooning. For a really long time. And I felt inspired, and I came home and wrote this (at like four in the morning, I might add). The concert was so fucking amazing too. The Devil Wears Prada and Saosin were there too, and TDWP is one of my fave bands of all-time (as well as Underoath) and Saosin I love as well and have seen twice now. If I ever get off my lazy ass, I might make an epic post about how awesome the show was. For now, I'll stop rambling. This is just a one-shot. P.S. Comments make my world go round.


( He sits in my lap like a broken doll, a dark slice of blood still trickling from the corner of his lips like a Joker’s cut. )

And Sunday Never Came.

On Monday you stitched the broken bones
The shadowed fear that Karma chose
Monopolize these crimson waves
The doll on the shelf; it’s child’s play

Starlight crawls through the rips in the blinds
Dixie-cup ridden stairs lead to violet sky
On Tuesday I traced your sun-faded scars
Spit your shadows; night’s fury and charm

It’s Wednesday when you sang to the stars
On Thursday we seemed a mile apart
Crescent moons sprinkle the heart of your hips
Laugh at God: the lightening missed

You drown standing up, you stumble with grace
The Vanity spilled onto Modesty’s lace
Sharpen regret and leave hope’s letter
On Friday, I took it [but the guilt tasted better]

You took the train to the end of the ocean
Sent a get-well-card to that “destiny” notion
Sold your soul to the heavens ‘cause the devil don’t want it
Stole your heart from the devil ‘cause the heavens don’t got it

Saturday found a shattered bottle of whiskey
And you told the bullet you wished it would kiss me
Your electrical heart beat better pray to the sun
Too bad you choked on the barrel of the gun

Envy.

That sad dancer with her waxen bones
With her gossip lips
With her candled pose
A caricature in liquor
A portrait in wine
A ribbon of raindrops on a silken bow tie

A top hat at the disco
A scarecrow on the train
The velveteen pinstripes on a poisonous page
A skeleton on the carousel
A china doll sits in waste
Mannequin smiles are a puzzle of fate

Kissing boys with no lips
Spun the notes with no song
The piano plays but the guests are long gone
A shiver ripens in malice
A sparkle blesses the sun
The music box spills her tune to a cradle of none

Charity withers and greed will prevail
The shadow of roses on fate’s bridal veil
Haunted daydreams dance at a masquerade ball
Neon starlight laces the chandeliered hall
The devil sprinkles sin on Envy’s wedding cake
The wickedest lives are the hardest to take

A/N: Why can I only write dark poetry? Oy.

Short Drive-By On Life:
Okay, so I just went to this RIDICULOUSLY TERRIFYING haunted house in Atlanta called Netherworld. It's second-ranked in the nation [first in the Southeast] for scariest/best haunted house. Not gonna lie, I actually WHIMPERED. HANNAH DOES NOT DO THAT, OKAY. And a guy chased us with a chainsaw. A CHAINSAW.
Also: I have a new love. Cat Casino. HE IS SO HOT. AND SO GAY WITH THAT WHIPLASHER GUY. They're from a band called Deathstars, by the way. To be honest, the music's really only decent, but FUCK I would go to one of their shows just to witness all the massive amounts of beautiful, hardcore GAY.
Life is good. Peace.