Mad l337 Fanfictionist Wizard needs food, badly! (accept no substitoots)

obseletevulture @ 2009-12-21T14:27:00

2009-12-21T19:27:33Z

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last Monday I gave una_morgan a life-saving blood transfusion (50 points). Last Sunday I turned nyami_rose1 in for running naked in the mall (3 points). In September I caught a purse-snatcher who stole mushykylo's purse (30 points). Last month I ruled Canada as a kind and benevolent dictator (700 points). Last Tuesday I didn't flush (-1 points).

Overall, I've been nice (720 points). For Christmas I deserve a wedgie!

Sincerely,
obseletevulture

I get a wedgie for being such an ostentatious little jerk. XD (And I'm picking on Jura--I'm ruling Canada and I never want her to forget it.)

At least I gave a life-saving blood transfusion.

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last Saturday I saved a busload of nuns in Angola (326 points). Last month I put money in azuvalaassantri's expired parking meter (14 points). Last Thursday I gave azalee_calypso a Dutch Oven (-10 points). In April I gave akai_kun a life-saving blood transfusion (50 points). In February I committed genocide... Sorry about that, sword_chucks_yo (-5000 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-4620 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking!

Sincerely,
obseletevulture

but...apparently I destroyed everything by committing genocide and killing Coke-kun. ~~There's irony here. I must really not like other white people...~~
I give a lot of blood. This meme seems to know that.

What the heck is so wrong with giving someone a dutch oven? With proper torque and throwing technique, hurling a cast iron pot will ALWAYS knock out a stalker. ~~Oh...maybe that's what that means by "you gave Azalee a dutch oven" hmm...~~

Ugh~

2009-12-18T21:13:19Z

So much crap to post.

My car's still busted,
My family's trying to leave on monday rather than Tuesday. (Though myself and my dad both debated with my mom and were effectively shot down. XD Ah, democracy.)
And I stayed up until five am because my brain wouldn't shut down, and my sister and mom kept moving around making a bunch of noise.

Mad sonnet prompts I'm still doing are un-strikeout'd. Ones I've finished are strikeout'd. I have an entry with abotu a dozen of them I need to post over on the creative journal.

--How to explode things in a Microwave (for MOG)
--uses for Thermite (for Frodo-chan)
--cereal and milk (for FoolishMortal-san)
--Kanone and kittens (for Mushy-sama)
--the positive qualities for chewing glass as a hobby (for my brother, Roast)
--Zepplin Jousting (for my brother again)
--POSSIBLY Yaibataka pairing (For Mushy-sama)

Thermite and Microwaves are giving me trouble because I was never a particularly destructive kid, never mind that I have a father who makes homemade hydrogen to explode fabric softener containers with, and half a dozen male, pyromaniac nerd friends.
I asked Coke for help in a pretty roundabout way, and I think I stuck my foot in my mouth, because he hasn't yet offered any meaningful suggestions about explosives. Oh well.

Otherwise, I have a Spiral challenge to do (Kousuke POV--it's partway done), and I ran back into the Juvenile orion fandom again because of Fyredra-san's Lafayel. So I'm back to working on Tabula rasa--the post-canon Kaoru's-lackies story.
(With random seme!Kasei x uke!Ama-Inu, straight!Mizunagi, fatherly!Kuga, closet-lesbian!Kaoru, and an eventual Israfel x Lafayel x Gabriel triangle with angels merging with one another to give eachother extra wings, swedenborg-style. Oh, and non-morphing were-people, even though I swore I wouldn't. And burned-up!Lafayel with a handgun.)

I think I'm losing it for sure--and not just because stupid Hizumi kept me up writing random theraputic slag for him until five-am this morning.

I really need to post a bunch of things before the break, though. I won't be on for probably a good week or two for the break. Can't risk it, you know? it's not generally good form to go look up RPs or fanfiction in a house with an Orthodox Presbyterian minister over your shoulder giving you Harry potter fanboying. (My Uncle's an interesting person...)

Not to mention, my cousin's bound to chase me around with his A.D.D.-Tourettes prattle, while staring almost consinuously at my chest.

...I'm bound to write lots of fanfiction for therapy. XDD
...assuming I don't fall ill, the way I usually do when I travel. *channels Daniel Jackson that way*

Meh.

Time to post things. Sorry if I clutter up friendslists, in advance!

incoherent babbling

2009-12-11T22:43:26Z

Fyre-san sent a Lafayel app to Discedeo, apparently.

LAFAYEL.
FOR RP.

*died on the spot*

Somehow the fact it's not on the RP I'm on makes no difference. It's LAFAYEL. ~~Which is why I even HAVE this icon, yes? YES.~~

Lafayel, the one character who actually shows a hint of personality and less sugar than the rest of the Juvenile Orion cast. (Side note of rationality: RP-mates? Tracer? You know my Tracer RPJ? Lafayel's fromt eh same tiny, obscure, out of the way fandom as Tracer. Fun villain. Blond angel with black wings, who ascribes to the Envy school of battle apparel? I'm heartily affectionate of Lafayel. Obviously.)

Ohhhhh~ Fyre-san... Why must you torture me so? T____T

*would kill to have a Lafayel at KKMRP*

*floats off into the distance*

EDIT:

Ooops. Looked further down my flist after my brain came back, and saw Mushy-sama's christmas present.

This is the first time anyone has ever given me Kiyotaka Narumi for christmas. (It was probably well-meant, but I'm imagining him at my house, and...it's a frightening image.)

Mushy-sama, I need to write you some maso!KiyotakaXdrop-kick!Madoka fiction for sure, now.

Everyone else:
I'm still working on sonnet propmpts. Caffeine hangover. *laughs* Oh, and Joey was a pansy and kept me up 'til three texting again.
(I need to learn to just shut up when he starts talking bout his precious natural selection, and pursual of a girl I want to call "the Swedish Fish" for her supposedly sweet, sweidshness. But I'm not sure if it comes out as an insult...hm...)

Think Fast...

2009-12-09T14:13:51Z

So...took my car in yesterday (finally) after somoene else got home to help me get back from the place. the mechanics were unusually friendly and nice (go figure--they weren't from here. One was an older Cuban gentleman manning the register, and the mechanic himself was a younger black guy from New York.)

Well...let's see. So far, I have an oil leak, and a problem with a high idle. (the oil leak isn't great, but it's good that they caught it before things went bad. My car's oil-light doesn't go on the way it should.) They put come stuff in that's supposed to swell the bits that are leaking, with a chance at ruining my engine entirely. (Cross your fingers.)

They couldn't find a problem with my battery, but told me to take it in if there were problems.
I suspected the cigarette lighter had been pushed in. (It's metal, and it works when the car's off--that would discharge the battery over time.)

This morning the batmobile wouldnt' start again, but someone had opened by glove box, and left it open, so I can't tell whether it was the ligth being on all night which did it, or the cigarette lighter, or damp under the hood, or whatever, but it's charging now in my front yard.

Kurt at least, was amused. (Kurt works at Avalon--he went to school with Coke and myself, so I've known him a long time.)

He had especial fun over my discussion with Roast along the lines of:
R: Hey, you okay?
Me: Huh? Oh yeah, my care started up, so I'm fine.
R: 'kay. *wanders off to Toys R Us*
K: You two have such MEANINGFUL conversations. XD
Me: Nah, it's just my car's not starting up properly and I can't figure out what's wrong with it, yet. I figured I'd try driving it here to see how long it takes the battery to die and figure it out. If I break donw here it's not that far from my house. Anyway, you should have been there when I broke down in Coke's driveway.
K: What? White-Frank?
Me: That's the one. *grin* He probably can push that thing farther in his wheelchair than I can altogether. I was trying to get it out of his driveway...
K: Oh GOD... I'd be pissed if that happened.
Me: Well it was pretty awkward, I guess. *sheepish smile* But I have a twisted sense of humor so if something happens, even if it's happening to me, I'll sit there laughing like anything. So it's alright.
K: Right before finals?
Me: *sighs and smiles wistfully* Yeah...it's going to be interesting...

~~I only realized afterwards that this must be how I get compared to Luna Lovegood IRL...~~

So...I MIGHT get to school today. But i might not. If I don't, and I'm jsut at school for my finals, I don't know what my schedule's going to be like for online time.

Oh, and I might have to take my car back in and figure out what's happening. *shrug*

In the mean time, I'll be out for much of the Christmas break, I think. I'm not sure how long we're staying with my Uncle and Aunt. Or if I DID know, I probably forgot.

Now...I get to figure out how to give snowflake cookies.

I did NOT just do that... o_o

2009-12-07T17:54:33Z

It seems I've forgotten how to log into my ff.net account.

o______O

Could someone kindly log into ff.net, and check the email I used for "neurofeces"? I must've changed it from what I thought, and now the infernal device won't let me see it without a login.

Wow...

Have I really not updated in that long?
Jeez.

obseletevulture @ 2009-12-07T10:38:00

2009-12-07T15:38:54Z

My LiveJournal 12 Days
My True Love gave to me...
12 writer_of_sortss a-writing.
11 fyretoppaaas a-smooching.
10 kasumi_soras a-laying.
9 azalee_calypsos a-galloping.
8 smithsassistants a-laughing.
7 moerikyos a-kissing.
6 wily_willywonkas a-milking.
5 light blue mushykylos.
4 squeaking lovely_sapphires.
3 Venezuelan x_mogs.
2 kitten artemistechs.
And a foolish_m0rtal in a tomato tree.
Get gifts! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

Wow.
Tomatoes.
(Light blue Mushy-samas? Venuzualan MOGs?)
I seem to be getting smooched alot. Urk.
(A-laying? WHAT? o_o)
...My true love must have an interesting mind to give me all of these young ladies throwing themselves at me with kissing and all...XDD

Also, MOG and Fyredra-san...um...thank you for the snowflakes. I'm slightly embarassed now, but happy. (You're right, I don't get any snow in Miami. But I'm heading to Pennsylvania for christmas, so who knows?)

My car's still not fixed. I'm going to try to take it into Sears today, but...I don't know how I'm going to pay for it. *sigh*

Also, THIS cracked me up on ChristianGeek:
http://community.livejournal.com/christian_geek/111551.html
I MUST MAKE MY OWN BIZZARE NATIVITY SET.
KH!Cloud? You're the only one with wings, never mind that you only have one, so you're set to be the emo angels.
LET'S DO THIS!

obseletevulture @ 2009-12-05T14:54:00

2009-12-05T19:54:28Z

SPIRAL 77's up!
*dies*

MY SERIES IS OVER. *happy tears*

http://www.onemanga.com/Spiral_-_Suiri_no_Kizuna/77/

As if I wasn't mildly dizzy and high enough from giving my amazing O-positive blood to babies...

*Sigh* Well at least there's KiyotakaXMadoka. That makes me feel good, but they've killed Hizumi. Knew that was coming and all, but it still makes me sad.
It's interesting that he lives to nineteen, though. If the epilogue is two years after the manga. And Madoka's suprisingly nice to him. "that kid did his best."

Hizumi finding a reason to live contents me, though.

BUT KIYOTAKA TEXTS WHILE DRIVING--KIYOTAKA NARUMI, YOU FURRY DASTARD. I DON'T CARE IF YOU DO HAVE AMAZING LUCK, YOU'RE CONTRIBUTING TO RISING INSURANCE COSTS FOR EVERYONE!

Rio, the landmine remover?
So cute. ♥
And ti figures.

But Eyes Rutherford, the super-heroic CHEERFUL pianist?
Unhhh... My brain can't compute that. Sorry. o_o

KOUSUKE AND RYOUKO GRADUATED, THOUGH.
Oh Kousuke-kun, I'm SO proud of you! (Way to go, Kou! Live down taht reputation as "the dumb blade child"! And give hope to slackers like us everywhere! ♥)
I just dont' fangirl for Kou enough. I cheer for him like mad deep down. I really do like him alot, he's jsut less work to excavate personality-wise than Eyes, Kanone, Ayumu, Hizumi, Kiyotaka, Yaiba, etc. The "complicated" characters, you know?

Kou, you're so awesome. ♥ ♥

Hizumi giving his body to science makes sense. (I'm proud of Hizumi for being constructive as a character after being a little selfish about Ayumu. ^^)

Hizzu and Eyes getting along...~~Even though Hizzu killed Kanone...~~
Ahh~ Happiness. ^^

But Eyes and Rio?
THAT's surprisingly cute.
~~Maybe I shouldn't play him as closet!gay after all, so Rio has a chance...~~

But Eyes looks SO stuffy and british it made me laugh. ~~I wonder if he cut his hair for a wish jsut like Kiyotaka. Wouldn't that be interesting...~~

Kiyotaka's SO tactful--
"Hey Ayumu, are you still alive?" XDD

Hiyo looks so cute all grown up, though...XDDD
"I really hate you! ♥"
Oh HIYONO. She still makes me laugh.
(And Kiyotaka's reaction. THAT'S funny. What an attitude. He loes ti when peopel hate him, the silly furry masochist. No wonder he married a woman who keeps drop-kicking him and sends him to the hospital.)

Good old Ayumu still has his attitude at least. ~~And still probably doesn't know Hiyono's name. XDD~~

Oooh. Fialing eyesight, though, will make for an interesting re-work in the language of flowers... Another detail for me to fic. As though I don't already have enough of a fetish for paralyzed or semi-paralyzed limbs...*sighs*

Haah. Spiral.
I'm going to miss reading Spiral...
But at least now I can finally get all the canon details right for my fanfiction. Is that all I EVER care about? *sweatdrop*

Nyan's OC meme

2009-12-04T02:09:55Z

Nyami-chan's OC meme:
(Also done by MOG--I had to get the questions off of her.)
You two should both know better. I NEVER make a concise OC meme.

I wrote this up at home. Don’t get mad.

Choose ten of your original characters in no particular order.

(Note that all of my OC characters here are angels or half-angels from what's supposed to be the Juvenile Orion universe.
And though I refer to them as "he"--they're really more of an "it". They only HAVE one gender, and that's closer to "both" than anything else. Also, casting's overly complicated, so I made notes below for those whom I haven't babbled at semi-coherently about my overly complicated version of the Eraser faction.)

1 Dubbiel
2 Rayyu (*Technically he's just a name in the canon, so he's really an OC for whoever writes him. Don't believe me? Ask Desert.Illusion-kun. Or anyone in the fandom. XD)
3 Araiel
4 Kakabel
5 Ragshiel
6 Hadarniel
7 Nathanael
8 Jophiel
9 Samshiel
10 Nasargiel

Dubbiel
High Angel, demoted to a high Nephil rank. Ex-kinetics user. One of the foremost innovators of the fleet, Dubbiel is a superb dragoon technician and dropship pilot. He's Rayyu's direct subordinate, but is secretly in league with Azrael for his own ambitions. Has a propensity for taking otherwise useful objects apart, and creating things which run off fruit. His prothesetic wings effectively drain his powers.

Rayyu
Commander of the fleet--succeeding Uriel--responsible for all combat endeavors for both High angels and Nephilim. He was born a High Angel as Gabriel's brother, but demoted to Nephil status for his deformed, massive, flightless wings. It's thought he might be half demon among high angels, and full-blood angel among the Nephilim. He rarely uses his powers, which are tied to light, preferring hand-to-hand combat. He's an expert in his own style of ground combat, and acknowledged as the greatest swordsman in the fleet after defeating his brother Gabriel for the title of Commander.

Araiel
Empath of the rank of Seraph and part of Israfel's cohort, and self declared aide of his friend High-Seraph Israfel, Araiel's an exceptional, left-handed swordsman, with powers tied to his blood and physical body. He has no living family and was raised communally as an orphan with his fellows, Israfel, Zafiel, and Sammael. He's one of the few friends of Azrael's aide, the nephil Lafayel.

Kakabel
Son of Nathanael and Nasargiel--half-human by blood, and one of the highest ranking Nephilim. He's the head archivist of the fleet, and gifted with a perfect memory. He's notoriously combat-poor, and has a taste for seducing high angels after his secret lover was murdered. His powers relate to "constellations", or ordered structures, but he generally lacks for strategy and has a low pain tolerance.

Ragshiel
Half-human son of the Secondary Prince Azazel, one of a close-knit family of five children by three different mothers, now down to only two living siblings. Identical twin of Oniel, and personal Aide of Rayyu, Ragshiel is also one of the few nephil empaths in the eraser fleet. His powers relate to dreams, and give him mild prophetic talent related to his empatetic skills--a talent bordering more on telepathy than on the sensing of emotions.

Hadarniel
Ex secondary-prince under Rafael, demoted for his refusal to assume Prince status. Head of the Empath order, and the Punishing Angels--and therefore, one of the only angels permitted to kill other angels, though Azrael is the judge in such cases. He's the older brother of Jophiel, a direct subordinate of Michael, and an Indirect superior to Araiel and Ragshiel. (Note: Araiel actualy outranks him) His powers relate to density, but he rarely uses them. He's reknowned as an expert tactician.

Nathanael
A Nephil of the Host who's crippled in one leg, He's a professional weaver, and the consort of Nasargiel. Their children are Kakabel, Mehiel, Yriel, and Naphtali. His powers are very weak, simply amplifying the emotions of those around him.

Jophiel
Jophiel is a seraph of the High Angels, Samshiel's consort and the fleet Instructor in swordsmanship, and personal defense. Jophiel is Rayyu's initial, and only instructor, and one of the few angels to realize Rayyu's talent. His powers relate to malleability, and metals, but he's also a fairly ineffectual empath. His empathetic powers often are overwhelmed by his anxiety to the point of uselessness.

Samshiel
A seraph of the High angels and the only child of the murdered eldest prince, and former Commander, Uriel. He's Jophiel's consort, and unofficial caretaker for orphaned Chrysallii, as well as Gabriel's aide and confidante. He is the Instructor in aerial combat, and cohort maneuvering. His powers relate to gravity.

Nasargiel
A Nephil of the host, and Nathanael's consort. A long-time friend of Ragshiel and his brothers Oniel, Lahash, and Chamuel. His children are Kakabel, Mehiel, Yriel, and Naphtali, but he's taken to Araiel like an adopted son. His powers are very weak--he finds safe paths.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF?

1. Number 1 woke you up in the middle of the night?

It'd go like this--Dubbiel's an obsessive, ambitious mad-scientist type, so he'd wake me up in the middle of the night after turning my toaster oven into a stargate or something, and say, "BEHOLD! I've made it BETTER! And it runs off FRUIT."
I would roll over muzzily and go "...Whhhgh?"
"I intend to fashion dragoons from your stove!"
Blink. Stare.
"...mmkay...y'go n'do that..." And with that, I'd go back to sleep, only to wake with a start, snatch Potato-kun up, and hide him.
Then go back to sleep if I could.
And I'd wake to find the house filled with androids who only speak song and color.
._.

2. Number 2 asked you to go out with him/her?

I'd stare funny. Rayyu's got a vow of silence after all. Plus, though I find him to be an awesome character, his concept of romance is more stunted than mine, even. If he's asking someone for that, he'd have some plot in mind. (Though that makes him sound evil...he's not evil, he's just ruthlessly practical.)
So I'd probably reject him. And if he was serious, he'd probably make me eat my own spine without a single guilty twitch of expression just to keep me from spreading it around. (Killing humans doesn't count as murder to most High Angels--Rayyu was raised among the high angels.)

3. Number 3 walked into the bathroom while you're there?

Araiel would probably be just as surprised as me. But he's got a female human form, so he probably wouldn't care.
I'd go red, gape, and pull my pants up.
Araiel wanders through obliviously, grabs his toothbrush, and wanders out.
"Sorry." he says, grinning, and shuts the door for me again.
I stare at the door and completely forget to finish my business, totally unnerved.

4. Number 4 cooked you dinner?

Kakabel can't cook. He's just pretty and has an impeccable memory. So he remembers exactly how to make everything, but his stuff always ends up tasting like engineer-cooking. (Sorry, FM-sama. I'm related to engineers by blood and marriage.) It's exact, but not delicious. So he can't cook in the proper sense. Anyone who improvises on him can make just about anything taste better, or taste personalized--he just replicates. (xxxHOLiC fans will know what I'm getting at...)

5. Number 5 was lying next to you on the beach, sleeping?

I'd run away. Not because Ragshiel's scary--he's not at all. I'd run away because it's a beach, and I burn. (Ragshiel won't though, he's nice and brown. He's probably enjoying the sunlight. He misses sunlight.)
I bet he brought all his siblings to the beach, too, and I really don't want to be around when Chamuel's sitting there, muttering to himself, and Lahash is being enthusiastic and stupid, and probably talking to the seaweed and making himself responsible for a sudden upswing int he kelp population.
Also, if I did anything to Ragshiel, Oniel would probably give me a stern look which could peel paint from the side of a building. (Overprotective twins...*mutter mutter mutter*)

6. Number 8 got into the hospital somehow?

I wouldn't be surprised much to see him end up in a Hospital for something. Jophiel's exceedingly tense. He's probably given himself another ulcer. What would surprise me is the fact a fleet full of people who can heal wounds instantly haven't taken care of him. (Samshiel takes care of that kind of thing right away, after all. He's good to his consort)
What WOULD surprise me is if Jophiel turned up in a nurse's uniform.
He makes a cute girl when he goes human, after all...

7. Number 9 made fun of your friends?

Nathanael's pretty personable. He'd make fun of my friends, and of me, and of himself all at the same time, then ask me if I want to buy a rug off him, and smile. He's got an interesting sense of humor. (He's also really self-deprecating, so it's hard to stay mad at him. He's a bit of a self-mocking ham.)

8. Number 10 ignored you all the time?

I probably wouldn't notice. They're all supposed to be up in orbit anyway. And Nasargiel's not exactly frightening considering Nephil-average height is around four-foot-six and he's supposed to be tall at about five-foot-three. (I'm Five-foot-five.) Even then it's probably his "safe paths" power keeping him away from the evil author.

WHAT WOULD CHARACTERS DO IN THE CIRCUMSTANCES?

1. Two serial killers are hunting you down. What will Number 1 do?

Dubbiel probably doesn't actually care what happens to me, but his ambition makes him realize that if I die, he ceases to exist, so he tears my would-be-assasins to shreds with his wings, and his killer acrobatic skill.
I'd go off and vomit.
Dubbiel would look to see if he could make anything out of the leftover parts.
All the readers vomit.

2. You're on a vacation with Number 2 and you manage to break your leg. What does Number 2 do?

Well. Rayyu probably likewise doesn't feel any sort of affection for me at all, but he probably heals my broken leg anyway, so I stop looking like I'm going to faint. (This is a convenient question for a race which can heal fresh injuries instantly, but can't heal themselves. *sweatdrop*) If I say anything to anyone else about it, though he'll probably make me regret it.

3. It's your birthday. What will 3 give you?

Araiel gives me a sword for my birthday. Which...I can't wield because I'm a weakling. He's put out and attempts to teach me swordpoint. I suffer mightily--even without the added benefit of his left-handedness. He means well consistently, but I'm just a wuss.
Eventually, as he keeps nagging me about sword-skill, I evolve into Inigo Montoya.

4. You're stuck in a house that's on fire. What does Number 4 do?

Kakabel probably analyzes all the situations of houses on fire he can think of, and who might have caused them, while not thinking to do anything at all about it. (He's got the highest of desk jobs for a reason.) In the end, someone like Araiel probably rescues me. He gets points for good intentions, and generic brave-sidekick-ness, after all...
Kakabel just looks out for himself for the most part. He does his job, but his job's jsut to memorize everything that comes in, and regurgitate the information at will, or replicate it if needed, and he can do that in the dark.
And sometimes he does.
(...I don't want to be saved by that trollop, anyway.)

5. You're about to do something that'll make you feel extremely embarrassed. What will Number 5 do?

Ragshiel tactfully tries to point it out, very quietly. But I probably don't notice, and humiliate myself anyway. Ragshiel feels bad for me once I stick my foot in my mouth. (Well...yeah. Empath and all...) Never once does it cross his mind to say, "I told you so."

6. You're about to marry Number 10. What's Number 6's reaction?

Hadarniel is outraged that I'm marrying someone who's already married, and tells me so with great exclamations of "GOD ALMIGHTY!" (Say hello to the only angel in the fleet who blasphemes almost constantly.) And he paces around me slowly in his clicking boots until my head feels ready to explode, and I run away, screaming "I was just a joke! Just a joke!" (Hadarniel's one of my favorite characters for some odd reason...XDD)

7. You got dumped by someone. How will Number 7 cheer you up?

Well...Nathanael has powers of warm fuzziness--he amplifies emotions after all. So I guess until he says something useful, I actually just feel worse about being dumped. XD

8. You're angry about it afterwards, how does Number 8 calm you down?

Jophiel doesn't calm me down at all. He just gets very, very flustered, and starts biting the fingers off his gloves again while I rage in the background. (Not the biggest on classroom control, Jophiel.)

9. You compete in some tournament. How does Number 9 support you?

Samshiel supports me in my epic card game tournament for the fate of the world by saying very calm, very meaningful, and heartfelt things, and doing whatever he can to ease my stress levels within the bonds of friendship. (Samshiel's a really selfless, compassionate character. Note that he's "married' to Jophiel, and Jophiel pretty much needs it in a big way...)
That in and of itself is probably borderline ridiculous.
Samshiel's like a shrink. o_o

10. You can't stop laughing. What will Number 10 do?
Nasargiel asks what's gotten into me in stern, motherly fashion, then attempts to feed me. Which doesn't help my unceasing laughter at all.

RELATIONSHIPS:

1. Number 1 is all you've ever dreamed of.

There's no way. ._. Dubbiel's conventionally pretty, I guess--which means he's pretty average by Eraser standards. (They like beefcakes. Dubbiel's more "generic effeminate blond angel with impeccable looks" and he's techncially "crippled" since he has half-prothesetic wings for himself. He's the Fullmetal Alchemist of Juvenile Orion...XD)
Not to mention, he's totally ambitious, and self-serving, with a pleasant smile that'll still be there when he gets what he wants from you and moves on.
AND he's easily the most bizzare character I've ever created--and I've made some really weird ones, mind you. Mad scientist, remember? Dubbiel has to take things apart to see how they work, then he wants recognition when he makes something new, and holds a grudge if you don't give him either adequate praise, or meaningful criticism. He's kind of high-upkeep.
Then he's a Kinetics-user with no extra-powers aside from good reflexes in a world where everyone has powers, because he's only got half his wings left, and his body's detox is held together by constant mild alchohol consumption. (Oh can we FEEL the inferiority complex coming up? *shudders*)
So, no. He's NOT everything I dreamed of in a person.
He's more like my every flaw heightened and exaggerated, and put into an otherwise capable shell, and left to go nuts.
(But he IS a very good character for my purposes here, I must admit. And definitely interesting in a bizzare, "personality-overload" kind of way...)

2. Number 2 tells you about his/her deeply hidden love for Number 9. Your reaction?

Rayyu telling anyone anything is cause for fear. Aforementioned vow of silence, remember? But for more reasons than one--and I can't read his special sign-language just because I'm the author. (I don't have wings.)
That he's fallen for Samshiel?
THAT'S nuts.
No, no, no. If Rayyu DID have feelings for anyone, he'd be more than capable of keeping it to himself. And he'd especially do so if it's Jophiel's consort. Jophiel's one person he actually likes since Jophiel's the one who instructed him in swordpoint, and saw his talent when Gabriel was busy being a very lousy older brother and not raising Rayyu right. Joph's pretty horrified over how ruthless Rayyu is--that he'd strike down Gabriel without a second thought and all, for the Commander title (And his brother's respect--OOOOH. ~~Rayyu just doens't seem to understand that there might be better ways of getting your older brother's respect without humiliating him in his very area of expertise.~~)... but they still have a pretty special relationship. Jophiel's like Rayyu's father in some respects, and like his brother in others.
And...I don't think Samshiel's terribly fond of Rayyu considering he's Gabriel's personal aide, and Rayyu messed him up pretty badly. No confidence at all, anymore--and Gabriel's lacking enough in that area as it is. (Samshiel would never say anything nasty, and he'd be polite about it, and never hesitate to help him if there was a problem, but he'd probably try to avoid him.)
Plus there's that whole thing where Rayyu kept resisting Samshiel's attempts to heal him after Gabriel wounded him...
No, no, no...
I tell him I think he's nuts, and he's got an interesting sense of humor. I also tell him to confide in Ragshiel because it'll make him really stressed out.
(Ragshiel kind of likes Rayyu, but he's his subordinate... Rayyu of course neither knows nor really cares at all, because he's got a pretty one-track mind, and he's busy changing the universe.)
Rayyu, being not entirely un-sadistic might actually take my advice.
He tends to test things rather coldly after all, and he'd be interested in why Ragshiel would be so flustered just for the sake of knowing. (And now you see why Dubbiel and Kakabel both like working under Rayyu.)

3. You're dating Number 3 and introduce him/her to your parents. Will they get along?

If I was dating Araiel? Pfft.
Assuming he doesn't show up with wings, my parents WOULD be really upset if I showed up with another girl. Albeit, one who looks a bit like a Male-to-Female beefy transvestite. (If men were five-foot-two, that is.)
If he showed up with wings, it probably wouldn't be much better, though. It's the figure. (More like "male with an hourglass" I designed Araiel to be awkward for most people, but supposedly pretty cute by eraser standards because he's fairly muscular.)
Nice enough, sort of generically stubborn sidekick personality, I guess, but he's not my type in so many ways. XD

4. Number 4 loves Number 9 as well. What does that mean?

Kakabel loves Samshiel, too?
Huh. Well...makes sense, he's his type. (Except he's blond and really pale. Kakabel's not picky at all--he's my little whore...♥) Kakabel would probably try something if he could get away with it, but Samshiel would never betray Jophiel, no matter who was after him. He'd probably be gentle enough not to turn Kakabel in, either, though. Which might be a problem...Kakabel can get pretty persistent.
But Rayyu's bright, and if he got wind of it, he'd put his foot down for sure. (Whether he liked Samshiel or not--just because he would really NOT like to see Jophiel messed up by things. It's that "pseudo-daddy" kind of thing.)
If things got really out of hand, Rayyu would challenge Kakabel to single combat, and wipe the floor with him. He's got high-angel power levels after all, and Kakabel's half-human, and not terribly combat-ready anyway.
That's if a command didn't work, though, which it might. Rayyu turns a blind eye to Kakabel's habits as long as he works well under him, but if Kakabel messed with either Jophiel or Gabriel, it'd be curtains for him.
Rayyu looks out for those under him, or those he respects.

5. Number 6 appears to be a player, he/she breaks many hearts. What do you do?

Hadarniel's a heartbreaker?
PFFFT. *cracks up harder*
Yeah right. Like I could do anything about it that Hadarniel wouldn't do himself. Hadarniel's actually really mortified whenever anyone shows ANYTHING for him. (He might have a soft spot for Ragshiel, though--Ragshiel's his first Nephil pupil in centuries, and he's done well at everything he puts him to, through hard work and humility. He likes Ragshiel because he's competant. Hadarniel likes competance.)
Hadarniel breaks hearts with his boots, and deafening volume of insults.
Not much I can do. Hadarniel just breaks hearts because he's really not interested, and really, really blunt. If you don't do what he tells you to, he calls you a moron, and just demonstrates again. LIKING him, is definitely not what he wants people to do. He'd prefer to have them dislike him because he finds others more pliable for his purposes if they hate him.
(Which is why Ragshiel's so awkward for him. Ragshiel likes everyone--even Hadarniel.)
...You'd think people would have better taste, or at least, some common sense. I guess since he's tall, strong, and kicks serious ass, he's "good looking" in the angelic sense, but the personality? Um... Not unless you're a masochist.
He's also a terrible workaholic, though, so I'd feel sorry for anyone who ended up with him. (Head of the empath order, ex-second-in-command to a dead prince, head of the "punishing Angels" and therefore of all disciplinary actions, Michael's unofficial bodyguard, and otherwise the guy who keeps everything running more-or-less smoothly. He's got no time for lovin'. XD)

6. You had a haircut and Number 7 can't stop looking at you. What goes on in your mind?

"Oh...probably reminds him of Nasargiel's curliness."
(I'm being stared at by the angel with weirder hair than me. Think blond afro-starburst on a short, skinny little black guy with facial piercings and periwinkle-blue eyes. And a crutch. He's also married--Nasargiel's his consort, and Kakabel's actually his son. Nasargiel's kind of overweight, and has curly brown hair. Mixed-racial-really-short-half-angel-couple for the win! XD)

7. Number 8 thinks he’ll/she'll never get a boyfriend. What will you tell him/her?

I think he's nuts. He has Samshiel. Not to mention that whole thing with Sammael. He's being nervous again. I turn him over to his older brother Hadarniel, to straighten him out. (Ie: scare the shit out of him.) Then I turn him over to Samshiel to soothe him back out of being a bundle of nerves.
Jophiel has enough stress in the story as it is.
I don't care how sex-starved he gets--if he goes for me, he's losing it.

8. Number 9 is too shy to face you and confesses their love by sending you an e-mail. Now what?

I stare. And I send something right back, and ask if he's drunk.
(I think I've already covered Samshiel's personality. He wouldn't do that.)
If he's drunk, I try to pursuade him to sleep with Jophiel--which would solve a lot of problems.
(Samshiel's sworn he'll keep his mitts off Jophiel as long as his Prince, Michael's away from his consort, Sanpalphon. Michael's encouraged. Jophiel's privately miserable. Samshiel's a little wistful, but enduring it. Jophiel eventually gets seduced by one of his students, and trouble brews up. That's the short of it.)
He seriously should keep to himself, though. Adultery is one of the two sins you can be banished for, after all. The other's murder of your own kind. (There's no fornication, just adultery. If you sleep with someone, you're mated for life. If you sleep with someone else's consort, it's adultery. Choose wisely, right?)

FRIENDSHIP

1. Could Number 1 and Number 6 be soul mates?

Not soul-mates, but definitely friends. Comrades. Dubbiel has respect for Hadarniel--which is surprising considering everything else. Dubbiel and Hadarniel served together. Hadarniel was actually the angel who co-led the force that got Dubbiel out of Hell, because he was his direct subordinate, and Hadarniel's loyal. (He co-led with Gabriel, who's not at all the most forceful personality. Until he gets mindbroken by a pacifist, that is. XDD)
And for his trouble, Hadarniel pretty much went through watching his friend go nuts because his wings were half torn off, and he was gang raped by a bunch of demons as a P.o.W., so that's kind of rough.
Hadarniel technically gets put in another odd spot because he struck Dubbiel down and prevented Dubbiel from killing his (unwanted) half-demon son. He manipulatively goes on to allow Dubbiel to believe the child was killed. (Hadarniel believes in manipulation, but for the greatest good for others. So he and Dubbiel get along rather strangely because they can understand eachother's thinking.) Hadarniel then went on to secretly leave the child as one of the Nephilim. The child grows up half-demon, and supposedly Nephil, but with the power of a high angel.
However, the kid is cursed by Dubbiel, so he runs into some trouble, which leaves him with a power-eating disease, and in the employ of Azrael, the angel of Death... (While Dubbiel thinks he's dead.)
...Uh huh.
But my point is, even after all that, Dubbiel makes himself his prosthetics and survives. (unheard of, at the time--if you lose your wings, even partially, you die.) He's demoted, for his injury and the loss of his powers, but Hadarniel doesn't care about rank, and he himself is demoted for refusing to accept Prince status, so...
Come to think of it, throughout the fic, those two respect each other, and maintain their friendship, and strangely enough, come to one another for information. Hadarniel for the sake of "the good of others" (whether he has to force this good or not) and Dubbiel for the sake of ambition.
If they actually had any romantic inclinations at all, maybe they'd consort out of a sort of "good sense marriage", But probably not. (Hadarniel's embarrassed by the thought of sex, and Dubbiel detests the thought of sex--with fairly good reason.)
They still click in an interesting way, though. Hadarniel's pretty blunt, but he's not prejudiced, I'll give him that. And Dubbiel's terribly manipulative, but he'd respect Hadarniel for what he's done for him.
It would be interesting, but nah.
They're friends.

2. Would Number 2 trust Number 5?

Rayyu trust Ragshiel? (Ha. I didn't even sort these out beforehand. How funny.)
Why am I laughing? Well...because it's pretty well addressed:
Ragshiel's devoted to Rayyu as his aide from the moment he receives commander status. (Part of Haddy's pushing, up there.) Rayyu doesn't really know what to make of Ragshiel, because it's obvious Ragshiel trusts him completely. Ragshiel IS the first person he actually speaks to, and his most trusted underling for sure, but I'm not quite sure whether Rayyu has the capacity to really trust anyone but himself.
Ragshiel's probably still the closest he gets, though.
And again, Ragshiel really likes Rayyu, but is humiliated at the thought of anyone knowing--he thinks Rayyu's a high angel because he looks like one, and even if he can't fly and as a deformed creature is classsified as a "nephil", Ragshiel's too aware of rank conventions to ever think he has a chance. Poor Ragshiel. He totally misunderstands and thinks Rayyu likes Dubbiel because they're "both high angels". (Kakabel thinks this misassumption of his is a real hoot, as the resident sexual conquistador...)
Rayyu on the other hand, just doesn't know anything about dealing with others, or about the mechanics of sex. Nobody ever told him, because among high angels, intercourse is tied to flight, and Rayyu can't fly. (Nephilim mate on the ground.)
So he just doesn't know, or think to question.
Rayyu's very solitary and Ragshiel does his best to help everyone.
But again, if there were a person Rayyu MIGHT apply the word "trust" to, it would be Ragshiel. (Not even Jophiel gets "trust" because Rayyu notices he's not too sure what to do with him after he beats Gabriel. So he respects Jophiel, but he acknowledges there might be a bit of a gap between them after that.)

3. Number 3 wants to go shopping, will Number 7 come along?

Araiel's shopping? Oh dear. Nathanael not only comes along, he knows everyone in the market. He's a merchant after all. XD And he has four children by the time the fic's over--Araiel's like an adopted son to him. He goes shopping with him, just so he can try to drop hints about him getting together with his pride and joy oldest child Kakabel. (Kakabel actually isn't interested in Araiel, except to mess with his head. Araiel's not his type, and he says as much to Araiel.)

4. Number 4 is bored and pokes Number 10. What happens after that?

Kakabel pokes his parent. Nasargiel snaps at him, and tells him if he's got nothing better to do, he can help in the family garden. Kakabel shrugs and wanders off to find some carnal distraction.

5. Number 5 and Number 1 are forced to go back to school together. What study will they pick?

Ragshiel and Dubbiel in school...
Wow…
Dubbiel wants to take a mechanics course. Ragshiel wouldn't think to argue. (XD They're collegues in Rayyu's private little hand-picked think-tank. Dubbiel's his chief designer, and Ragshiel's his chosen messenger.) Dubbiel goes on to take architecture, mechanics, high-level maths, and the like, while Ragshiel spaces out, enjoying the sunlight, and tries not to get too many visions from the people he meets. (He has prophetic visions from other peoples' points of view because of his empathetic powers, with exception for those with deformed wings. He sees the moment of greatest importance in a person's life--whether it's a good or a bad experience. It's a really good thing he can't sense off Dubbiel.)

6. If Number 6 and Number 3 cooked dinner, what would they make?

Something with meat. They cook something with meat. Araiel can't cook. He's on a "shit and water" diet most of the time because he's a troublemaker, and his powers are bound in his blood. So he immediately decides to make something fancy and delicious. Hadarniel doesn't know how to cook, because food's just served to him because he's an instructor. He immediately launches in on some knife-laden dish.
Two hours later, the guests are served a place of hand-minced raw hamburger. Araiel immediately starts to dig in, and so does Hadarniel.
Everyone else is disgusted.
(We need Lafayel. Lafayel can cook--he specializes in Japanese meals because that's where he's most often sent. He has a great deal to say about Araiel's dietary habits, too. Just keep him away from the booze...)

7. Number 7 and Number 9 apply for a job. What job?

Nathanael and Samshiel already have jobs. Samshiel wants to be a social worker. (So he can help people.) Or he wants to be a government secretary. (Which is pretty much just like his old job except with paperwork.) Nathanael wants to work in personal services or retail. XD (He thinks he can talk to people and barter with them. He'd make a good salesman up to the point paper money gets involved.)

8. Number 8 gives Number 5 a haircut. Is that okay?

Generally, no. Hair-cutting is the vow of aide-dom to a higher ranking angel. Rayyu cuts Ragshiel's hair to make him his aide. While he probably wouldn't complain about having Ragshiel taken by Jophiel for aide-dom, he wouldn't be terribly happy if it happened without him knowing about it.
Ragshiel would be a little unhappy, too, but he'd go along with it, because he's compliant, and Jophiel is Hadarniel's brother, and he doesn't want to shame him. (Hadarniel is the head of the empath order, and Ragshiel's instructor in those arts. He's the one who ordered him to work for Rayyu in the first place. If Hadarniel had a problem with it, he'd strong-arm his brother, and get Rayyu to re-cut Ragshiel's hair and take him back for his own inscrutable purposes.)

9. Number 9 sketches what Number 6's perfect girlfriend should look like.

THAT actually would happen. *cracks up*
Sketching is common in the fleet because there's no written language. It's an entirely oral culture, and people have good memory spans because of it. (Rayyu throws everything out of whack when he starts creating a written language based off his sign-language... Rayyu shakes thigns up.)
It's been a bit of a tease on Samshiel's part after he became Jophiel's consort, that Hadarniel should find someone for himself, and settle down. (He says it pretty gently, but it sets Hadarniel off, of course.) He has a big dopey smile on his face when Hadarniel leaves him messages for Ragshiel. (which Hadarniel always threatens to wipe off his face with his fist) Samshiel's a bit of a romantic, and a definite idealist, and he's not at all put off by Hadarniel's affectations of outrage. He treats him like family--complete with teasing.
So he occasionally leaves sketches of eligible bachelors for Hadarniel to find, as his way of subtly hinting.
Hadarniel generally blows up.
Jophiel's consistently astounded at Samshiel's ability to get along with Hadarniel.

10. Number 10 and Number 8 are blushing while they talk. What is their conversation about?

Nasargiel's met Jophiel somehow. Once he gets past rank differences, and they start talking about the standard things of married life--
"What? Not ever?"
Jophiel goes red. "Things are different out of corporeal form..." he mumbles, gnawing on his knuckle. "Samshiel has taken a vow, and I...support his wishes, there. The cause is good--support of one's prince."
"But...not ever?"
Jophiel's eyes water a little, and he shrugs. "There is no hardship in it."
Nasargiel's privately horrified at the thought of having a consort who doesn't want to bash you up against the side of the wall every chance he can get. This further convinces him the High Angels are completely different from the half-human Nephilim, and really must not feel anything.
(Poor Jophiel. Cultural expectations are HARD...)

...Are you both happy now? *cracks up, unable to keep a straight face*
It's funny, I haven't looked at most of these OCs in months, to be honest. I'm amazed I can still keep up with all of them.
OH THE SHOUJO.

Pure luck

2009-12-04T00:58:26Z

It IS pure luck I'm on here now. I've vanished these past few days because somthing is mystically draining the battery of my car, and making it impossible for it to start.

I suspect nargles are behind it.

Or vampires.

Or worse yet, New Moon fans with body glitter.

I'm at my old high school, in my dad's computer lab as I type this, with my sister doign some last minute project in the background.

I'm going to try taking the batmobile down to Sears, but I can't get too wordy right now because there are a bunch of things I've been behind on promise-wise due to lack of internet. So I have a sonnet to send.

Important detail I left out from last entry:
Yoh-chan, AKA Coke-kun is back.
He showed up on Tuesday, right after all that idiocy with the bloke who won't stop trying to find ways to ask me out.

he gave me a second sonnet prompt: "Write one abotu a man who spends his whole life vacuuming a beach."

...That boy is just one great big satisfying narrative detail. ♥

Sorry I've got to run, people. (If I can't fix my car on Friday, I'll be on again on Monday if all goes well!)

"Sorry, sorry, sorry Bunny-chan--I pulled your ears by mistake!"

2009-12-01T22:08:33Z

I was GOING to angst in a big way--because I'd writen up the entry and everything, but Mushy-sama was a sacrificial lamb for all of you.

~~If you have any spare young men around you, now is the time to offer them up--and you REALLY should, becuase he saved you from six pages of muttering, and undignified petrarchan junk.~~

Thanks, Mushy-sama. *sighs* I feel pretty bad because I can't seem to unhinge my religious babblings from my romance, from the concept of sexuality, so I keep dumping all that on your plate every time I get worked up, and it's probably tons of unspeakable awkwardness for you.

Ah...right...what happened?
In short, for those of you not involved--some bloke I've never mentioned because I've barely met him, asked me out in the most evasively casual way possible, which led to massive Skunky confusion.

AFTER another girl hit on me, and embarassed me even more.

I've turned down the guy, but he's still being pretty persistant. Even the, "I'm working my courage up to ask someone else" didn't work so well, and I'm wincing because I'm not sure whether it's a lie or not.

Anyway, said douche (though I don't really want to call him a cunt so blithely because he hasn't really done anything wrong, and I don't know him too well, like I said, AND I'm probably paranoid and mistrustful of anyone whod' try to win me over) took the opportunity to tell my BROTHER what he did, and ask for inside info.

Not cool.

THAT was embarassing. Because Roast came back, and then I had to tell him something very interesting--that I hadn't been entirely honest. (Which gave him the terrified "Sweet Jesus have mercy, my sister's a lesbian." grin.)

I had to explain with great embarassment about Coke-kun. The fact I've eben infatuate over the same fellow for six years, and that I could count the number of people I've been interested in on one hand at that, and Rick is NOT on the list at the moment, nor is he getting there by being persistant.

And he laughed.
OH he laughed.
I can't explain the way he laughed--he tried to catch himself twice, then just burst into laughter even more, and I was too embarassed to ask exactly why he was laughing.
Ugh...

...He knows why I don't say anything at least. (He sees the problem in dating a secular guy in OUR family.)

But it's going to be painfully interesting to see if he can keep his mouth shut--emphasizing the pain. This is a pretty nasty "containment leak" for me, after all. I don't like talking about my lacking romantic interests around family members. Coming out of the closet would probably be at least as nasty. (Not that I need to come out of a closet, or am in a closet anyway, as a straight girl. Wow...this is phrased oddly...)
They don't even know I LIKE people. More than once, I've endured allegations taht I like girls, when in fact I don't. None of my family members--including Roast--know any of my other background, or why I have reason to be hesitant, which is ANOTHER awkward topic for a later day.

So...Mushy-sama, I wrote you a rather dumb sonnet off one of your prompts, but now I feel like I owe you for the pain of a very confusing evening. Sorry. I'm slightly more embarassed now, but I feel a lot better--thanks.
No amount of Yaibataka fanfiction can possibly repay what I've put you through in trying to find a way to talk to an over-analyzing, paranoid, unflirty straight girl. I insist this. I can't apologize enough.

I'm alright now. I'm still laughing nervously and want to crawl under the desk, but I can pass for human in most lights at least. ^^;;
It's not going to turn out well if ANYTHING comes of this--in at least three directions that I can think of--but I guess I'll have to see.

In the mean time, I'll bury myself in obscure poetics and snicker at the Uranians. ~~Good plan!~~

"Sonnet subjects wanted", by the way, to anyone who's listening... I'm thinking of trying my hand at sestinas this evening. Give me a subject, so I can distract myself. I've already chewed three cuticles down, and I don't want to do any more extreme stress-gestures.

Edit: D'arvit. I forgot to do Nyan's OC meme...
*my Joke!internet-boyfriend is going to kill me*

ah...tripe. I'll have to do it tomorrow. -_-;;

Just a note.

2009-11-30T16:40:26Z

Hey Semi-saaaaan?
If you're listening, Spiral chapters 75 and 76 are up~

Just the epilogue to go, now. ~~And Kiyotaka's griping is fantastic. ♥~~

FM-sama, START READING SPIRAL. You have NO EXCUSE, anymore. Even if it's completely devoid of mentions of HOLiC-style cat-sex, which you seem uncommonly fond of. *shot*

I need to make a real entry later, so I can whine.
This past week's been the SHIT.
(What does that mean, anyway?)

EDIT: Oh damn, Turns out a week being shit is a good thing.
I mean, this week's the shit in that I wouldn't mind dumping it, hm?Better? Slang doesn't make a load of sense, but it sure lets me get off on puns.

I need to gripe, I mean. I need to gripe hardcore.

But Spiral's made me feel a little better because Ayumu's a fantastic cook, and Kiyotaka's a magnificent dastard.
~~Finish your book, retard.~~

"Look, An Idiot!" "Where?"

2009-11-23T17:43:15Z

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Snagged it off of Semi-san.
Makes me feel like even when I gripe, somehow people must find it entertaining.
...AND THEN I EAT THEIR FACES. *gasp*

I feel loved when...

The Five Love Languages

My Primary Love Language is Acts of Service

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Quality Time:	9
Words of Affirmation:	5
Receiving Gifts:	3
Physical Touch:	3

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Tag 3 people so they can find out what their love language is.

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Child, I'm doing crap for you. Don't ask me to be touchy or obvious because I can't be more obvious. I can't even have a person walk though the door without jumping and formulating an escape route. Even when I LIKE people, I can't touch them.
Oh angst.
No wonder I'm not helping nerds breed. Gah.
COME ON, ARTICULATION!
*makes constipated face*
~~I'm doomed to be such a bloody subversive uke...CRAP.~~

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Haydn--"God has given me a cheerful heart, so he will forgive me for serving him cheerfully."
...Heavens, but where would we be if all composers were so well adjusted?
Oh Haydn.

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That's more like it.
Friendship should have more balloons...</s>

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And rainbows. And vulcans. Oh friendship.

Even when I'm pissed, vexed, and exhausted, somehow it's amusing...

2009-11-23T17:24:57Z

I'm so tired, it's not even funny. Five hours of sleep on average each of the past four days. I need at least six to function semi-normally, and I HAVEN'T WRITTEN A NORMAL ENTRY IN ALMOST TWO WEEKS. WJSTLL.

I'm up without caffeine, too, because either I have indigestion or my period coming up soon. (I honestly can't tell. *has very mild cramps that show up semi-erratically every two months or so* OH, THE POWER OF ONE WORKING OVARY. *has serious suspicions, but is too broke to have ti checked out* -_-)

So...um...my sleeplessness last night. (Or this morning actually) was really kind of the last straw. It made me groan, it really did. ("BRAIN! How are you keeping me from my sleep? I know you want it!")

But Joey called up and...well...was mildly obnoxious, again. He just calls me up, then does other stuff, and has inane conversation for hours on end. And I wouldn't mind except I can't DO ANYTHING ELSE when I'm on the phone with Joey, because I can't multitask. And he's rude when I try to get out of it, or sleep, or eat or do other things. (And it's not all that interesting to me, to be honest--listening to how awesome Metal Gear is after the fiftieth time? The explanation of his organic chemistry test was a ltitle more interesting, I guess, but...there's really no reason for him to be calling me.)

Lately taken an almost sordid interest in my lacking love life. (Probably because mine is about as active as his is, if that gives you some idea. He also has a sister who forces him to watch chick flicks, so maybe it rubbed off.)

And this has prompted him, after hours of this low-level badgering of his to gain some information about my interests.

He's taken to insisted I need to give Coke ("Yoh-chan") a cigar.
Repeatedly.
And repeatedly.
Did I mention repeatedly?
He's got more interest in what brand of cigarettes Coke smokes than I do. (I think this means I need some female friends. o_o)

So I started texting Coke, opening up with, "A friend of mine keeps insisting I give you a cigar."

My awkwardness had prompted me not to say much to him before this.

Somehow the night ended with me writing a sonnet abotu a viking who'd lost his kitten. (for Coke, of course, and I did.) And Joey acting all scandalized because I used he word "damn." (Never mind the implied humorous!pillaging and women in the background, no, what stands out to Joey is that I used the word "damn". Cue another minor twitch of the eye over his stupid religious stereotypes. Like I won't use more interesting words, still, if it's in-character...)

So it's two Am before I can finally get away with ignoring Joey without him harassing me with insulting texts, and I CAN'T GET TO SLEEP BECAUSE COKE HASN'T REPLIED TO MY SONNET-TEXT.
That must've been it. I just couldn't get my brain to calm down, and I had WORK today, so I knew I had to sleep, and that I was exhausted. But I still couldn't sleep for another two hours.
And I woke up this morning at eight, somehow, though some sort of willpower. "And only I am survived to tell thee" and all that...

So I had a muddled night in, with only a sonnet and a brand of cigarettes to show for it, and a smidge less patience yet, with Joey.

Though...the exchange I ferried back and forth between Coke and Joey almost made this whole thing worth it. Joey pretty much told Coke he smoked inferior cigarettes--since they don't happen to be Solid Snake's favorite brand or whatever--so Coke replies with THIS:
Coke: "My brand is that of the gun-slingin', injun slayin', womenous rapin' pioneers of the old west. There is nothing more masculine except two men having sex."
Joey: "...Is he hitting on me?"
Me: "If he is, I'll just laugh harder."
Coke: "I eagerly await his reply."
Me: "He thinks you're hitting on him. Good job."
Almost made the night worth it, right there.
Almost. (Except I need my sleep--I'm going to be travelling late on Wednesday night.)

Coke-kun is like brain-joints.
Someone needs to let that guy breed.

The fakeage meme...

2009-11-11T17:10:06Z

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often), please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want -- good or bad -- BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

~~Nobody can sing "they're coming to take me away." I already did that to Sappho-kun.~~

Also:

THIS is going straight onto my RPJ.

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Hizumi!

Worldwide, Hizumi is the most important natural enemy of night-flying insects.
It's bad luck to put Hizumi on a bed.
Abraham Lincoln, who invented Hizumi, was the only US president ever granted a patent.
Hizumi is the traditional gift for a couple on their third wedding anniversary.
Some hotels in Las Vegas have Hizumi floating in their swimming pools.
Hizumi, from the movie of the same name, had green blood.
Hizumi was invented in China in the eleventh century, but was only used for fireworks, never for weapons.
If your ear itches, this means that someone is talking about Hizumi!
Baby swans are called Hizumi!
The eye of an ostrich is bigger than Hizumi.

FINALLY!

2009-11-07T18:43:15Z

I GOT IT UP.

Took a while since photobucket wouldn't let me upload, but I FINALLY got the initial Kiyotaka and Yaiba fanart up. (courtesty of the lacking proportional art skillz of yours truly)

It looks dark because I had to darken it initially on Potato-kun. (I draw fairly lightly) but here it is! ♥

So...um...yeah. ^_^;;

"So...here I am"--Jubal Early

2009-11-07T16:08:13Z

I just realized I forgot to friend "Anyjen"-san earlier when we had that big rampant rant all over MOG-kun's journal relating to xxxHOLiC fiction.
Haa~ Sorry.

In relation to the title, I'm back at the old high school for internet purposes once again. (Why ELSE would I be online on a Saturday?)

Also, FoolishMortal's just broken my brain speculating that Yuuko and Doumeki are deatheaters.

Nice job, dear.

I had a big rant with myself last night all about rape in fiction, but we already had a nice big ramble about that on MOG's journal a few weeks back, and it just tired me out.
I can never be sure it isn't just me, either.
Someday, I really do need to go into a fandom with perfect lack of bias and ask, "If you write rape, why do you do it?" Just so I can understand it. (Are people secretly turned on by fear or do they just hate the character, or do they think it's a sort of possession claim or what?)
I'd have to ask because at this point I can't fathom it.
It's annoying when I have to approach other humans like they're some sort of alien foreign species. It just tires me.

While I'm here, I'm planning on scanning in the Kiyotaka and Yaiba picture. The trick is focusing long enough to remember it. *sighs*

Ah, and I HAVE halloween pictures of my brother and my sister. (Ha. LATE.) I didn't get any of me, because my "costume" was basically me in an apron declaring "the melody of logic always plays the notes of truth" and lamenting my brother any time someone asked me what I was. (In other words, I pretended I was an adult, too cool to ask for candy, but stuck baby-sitting my siblings. My disguise was incredible.)

I need some sleep in other news.
Well...Right. Yes. I always need sleep. What else is new? The reason I didn't come on on Friday was because I passed out for fourteen hours. What can I say? I always get extra sleep when pursuing an interesting dream. And now I don't remember half of it, but it left me with a Juvenile Orion idea which I sorely needed. I think I'm either succumbing to serious sloth, or my dating prospects have just opened up to include xxxHOLiC characters and "Dream" from the Sandman...

Hmph. Just what I need.
On the other hand, I actually got back to take a look at Gracious Wings after a few months, and hung my head in sorrow.
Until I got to Rayyu.
Rayyu makes everything better.
One of the few characters I still like that I've crafted up like that. And I probably jsut like him because of his scarily logical and ruthless brain. ~~I was particularly fond of a scene where he's really scaring the shti out of one of his subordinates...~~
Then he goes all Peter Wiggin over his brother. ("I hated you because I looooved you sooooo much")
But Gabriel's just...Gabriel. Something tells me Gabriel rally would be a terrible older brother figure--indecisive but follows orders perfectly, slightly OCD about messes, and a really terrible leader in times of war.
No wonder Rayyu beats the garbage out of him in single combat.
Oh the angst.
Gabriel, you just got beat up by a silent guy who can't fly.
Oh, the mortification.

Ragshiel's being slightly less of a fangirl, too.
There are bright spots in the universe.

But I'm amazed at how much of an Araiel!fest my writing is. Agh. I've GOT to do something about that.

Otherwise, I've been working on the Language of Flowers, which is going well. There's an excellent Kirie-Ayumu-Hizumi trialogue which I thoguth turned out marvelously. I'll have to put that up once I HTML-ify it.

Also, I'm still figuring out pacing for Negotiations but it may or may not be done once I decide where I want to place moment and events. I think it might need another chapter or two so that Yaiba can retaliate... (It'll be less fun if he doesn't retaliate...)
Ahhh~ Kiyotaka...

I really am missing my vicious characters. Having Eyes Rutherford calmly crush bees to bits with his fingers doesn't quite cut it the way Rayyu or Yaiba do...

In which iambic forms are used to hearse / All which was good and noble from this 'verse

2009-11-05T02:40:03Z

FoolishMortal-san's brown college things are tripping along beautifully. I'm in awe of her sense of humor and her creativity both. But NOT in awe of her poetical skills. I love her turns or phrase, and her writing, and gape flabberghasted at her penti-lingualism or whatever it was, but uh...it seems the iamb is giving her a little trouble. Insofar as it isn't clicking immediately through just a comment or two. (But even genius ribless folk would probably have trouble with Skunky's vague, supposedly helpful comments or two.)

...Nonetheless, she's been asking me questions about the sonnet and it's construction.

For those of you who don't know I'm a mad english major, NOW YOU KNOW.
You'll also learn the sonnet's been my bitch since I was sixteen.

So I've created an entry entirely devoted to sonnets, their consctruction, aerodynamic efficiency, etc.

Since some people didn't cover this in school and weren't blessed with such a demented education, I'll start with the basics. (Those of you who DID cover this in school, kindly bear with me, and don't throw fruit.)

In English, poetry is divided into "feet". poetic feet are dividing collections of stressed or unstressed syllables. A 'foot" of poetry is NOT the same as a word. ~~And you know what they say about men with big feet------Instant resitance for the surface tension of water. They can FLOAT.~~

In the sonnet, the verse form is iambic.

Iambic, in short is a foot pattern of "unstressed-stressed" syllables.

What's that mean, huh?

Well...my title for this entry is in two lines of iambic pentameter. If you look at the way the thing sounds, it should have five repetitions of unstressed-before-stressed syllables.

Incidentally the common foot-forms are Iambic, Trochaic, Anapestic, and Dactyllic. (And Spondee and Phyrrhic, but you can't write poetry solidly in either of those, so don't worry about them so much.)

Iambic, we've just covered. It's a pattern of "Unstressed" and "Stressed" syllables.
Trochaic is the opposite of iambic-- "Stressed-unstressed" patterning (FM-san was having trouble wiht her iambs turning into trochees--that's a pretty typical and easily fixed problem when writing the sonnet.)

Anapestic is "unstressed-unstressed-stressed"
and Dactyllic is "Stressed-Unstressed-Unstressed"

I told you the title here was iambic pentameter? Well I'll show you how.

To illustrate how feet are divided up and meter is measured, I'll use a non-iambic line of poetry everyone should know...

"Twas the night before christmas, and all through the house..."

First you look for how it sounds when you say it. you can usually hear which words you emphasize. (It's not simply inflection, though. Watch...)

"Twas the NIGHT before CHRISTmas, and ALL through the HOUSE..."

The words you emphasize when you speak are "stressed" syllables because of the division of these things into feet... (It's much harder to explain when I can't speak this in front of all of you, might I add.) Divisions take place thus:

"Twas the NIGHT | before CHRIST | mas, and ALL | through the HOUSE..."

This line has four "feet" you can see, and the unstressed-unstressed-stressed pattern makes it Anapestic. So it's Anapestic Tetrameter. (Tetrameter for "four feet per line") Some poems change part-way through and such, but usually, a good poet leaves a consistant meter to his poetry.

Even freeverse poems often follow a meter of sorts, or clumps of meter. That's also where pyrrhic and spondee feet come in-- Pyrrhic feet have no stressed syllables, also called an "empty" foot. A Spondee foot has two stressed syllables in it. You don't normally use either in consistantly metered verse unless you wanted to end each line in a pyrrhic or spondee foot, and that's...well...beyond difficult in my experience.

(Side note: the number one mistake angsty teenagers make when trying to write freeverse is they get graphic imagery and heart-wrenching emotion down, but they just put together clumps of words to try to give a feel for what they're blindly groping at and call it "freeverse", never suspecting there's often meter in freeverse. Robert Frost writes 'freeverse" but notably writes in perfect iambs more often than not. Just because he has no rhyme on the ends of his lines doesn't mean he's just writing whatever he feels like. T.S. Eliot uses clumps of metered lines, and swiches things around for one feel or another. I know he does in "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" for sure.)

As though meter weren't complicated enough--with the sonnet being composed in lines of five iambic feet each--the sonent has it's own particular rhyming scheme.
And there are several branches of sonnets with slightly different rhyming schemes.

The shakespearean or "English" sonnet is the most popular in the modern age. (And admittedly the one I'm most familiar with.) followed by the slightly more obscure Spenserian sonnet.
the oldest form in english is the Petrarchan or "italian" sonnet (which is slightly differently structured)
and there are others like the Spenserian or terza rima structure, etc.

The Shakespearean sonnet follows THIS rhyme structure for the ends of the lines, on top of the iambs...

A
B
A
B
C
D
C
D

E
F
E
F

G
G

The division is there for a reason, too, might I add. The octave (first eight lines) is meant to develop an idea in the sonnet, whether it’s the absolute rugged manliness of your lover (not a good thing if your lover is female), or the debasement of politics. The divider there isn’t always put into the text, but a skillful sonnet writer usually has a turn in the subject right after the octet. This is called a “Volta” (fancy italian word meaning “turn”) Shakespeare himself usually develops his metaphors in quartets of lines, but most sonnet-writers under the model follow at least the octet, THEN the volta. This division at the eight-line mark is a trademark of the Shakespearean sonnet.

Shakespearean sonnets are particularly noted for that last little couplet on the end, too. the last two words were usually where Shakespeare left some epithet or summation of the whole poem, or some amazing new insight, etc. (this is the easy way to tell if a sonnet's Shakespearean, incidentally.)

An example of a Shakespearean sonnet folowe below, obviously, by Shakespeare. (And gathered courtesy of the interwebs, with rhyme notes by me.) For the record, Shakespeare used a variety of sonnet forms. But HE gets away with it because he's Shakespeare. (You lot, are by no means so lucky.) Also, because middle english pronunciations differ. (And you lot aren't writing in Middle English. Maybe someday historians will wonder how many syllables are in "i pwnx0r'd teh l4m3rz")

Note the Iambs!--"When IN | disGRACE | with FOR | tune AND | men's EYES"

I've divided up the poetry by feet afterwards, but without marks for stresses. Try hearing them when reading the poem. The rythym of the words should come through even better if you try reading aloud. However, this is not recommended for those in crowded computer labs, ballrooms, public toilets, and the like--places where the sudden practice of oratory is discouraged, frowned upon, or at least has toilet paper thrown under the door.

"Sonnet XXIX"

When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,

And look upon myself and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,

Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least,

Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

(Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate,

For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

"Sonnet XXIX"

A-- When in | disgrace | with For | tune and | men's eyes,

B-- I all | alone | beweep | my out | cast state,

A-- And trou | ble deaf hea | ven with my | bootless cries, (((Verse falls into Dactyllic)))

B-- And look | upon | myself |and curse | my fate,

C-- Wishing | me like | to one | more rich | in hope,

D-- Featured | like him, | like him | with friends | possessed,

C-- Desir | ing this | man's art | and that | man's scope,

D-- With what | I most | enjoy | content | ed least,

----VOLTA----

E-- Yet in | these thoughts | my self | almost | despis (ing,) (((NOTE extra syllable)))

F-- Haply | I think | on thee, | and then | my state,

E-- (Like to | the lark | at break | of day | aris (ing) (((NOTE the rhyme with proper syllable order)))

F-- From sull | en earth) | sings hymns | at heav | en's gate,

G-- For thy | sweet love | remem | bered such | wealth brings,

G-- That then | I scorn | to change | my state | with kings.

The Petrarchan is not a favorite of mine because it's more difficult to find a good clump of rhyming words for. It follows THIS structure:

A
B
B
A
A
B
B
A

C
D
E
C
D
E

It's called the "Italian Sonnet" the same way the Shakespearean is sometimes called the "English Sonnet", because english likes to pilfer from other languages in all things, including poetry forms. The sonnet is no different there--it was originally an Italian structure. And because of that, the Petrarchan's more easy to do in Italian than in English. (When people write Petrarchan sonnets in english, like any sonnet, they usually do it for the challenge. Or...because they're a sop and want to impress a linguistic girl with romance and jaunty verse about the luster of her hair and the firm set of the zit beneath her left eye.)

Since Petrarch was Italian himself, he was allowed to make things difficult for Thomas Wyatt and the poor poets following in his dusty footsteps. So many of the poets following Petrarch tried to make his verse forms more friendly for themselves, and often altered the rhyme scheme. (Usually the last six lines.) As I've said before, true petrarchan sonnets are difficult.

True Petrarchan sonnets don't have an ending couplet usually, but still have a volta after the octet. (all Sonnets tend to have the volta. Where you put it is another matter if you want to be sloppy, or do terza rima, which I'll get into later.)

Here's a (modified) Petrarchan sonnet by Sir Philip Sidney. (Whom I'm actually fond of as a writer. On a side note, he wrote an essay called "the defense of Poesy" defending to puritans why fiction writing was not a sin. It's tremendously interesting if you're a literature geek like me.)

He's actually written a kind of Hybrid "Shaketrarchan" Sonnet. (Petrarchans are difficult in english. The addition of an ending couplet is one of the most common variants for those struggling in Petrarch's dainty italian feetsteppes. Sidney actually divided the sonnet so the last line has a space off to itself in an altered kind of epithet.)

"Sonnet LXXI"

Who will in fairest book of Nature know

How Virtue may best lodged in Beauty be,

Let him but learn of Love to read in thee,

Stella, those fair lines, which true goodness show.

There shall he find all vices' overthrow,

Not by rude force, but sweetest sovereignty

Of reason, from whose light those night-birds fly;

That inward sun in thine eyes shineth so.

And not content to be Perfection's heir

Thyself, dost strive all minds that way to move,

Who mark in thee what is in thee most fair.

So while thy beauty draws the heart to love,

As fast thy Virtue bends that love to good.

"But, ah," Desire still cries, "give me some food."

"Sonnet LXXI"

A-- Who will | in fair | est book | of Na | ture know

B-- How Vir | tue may | best lodged | in Beau | ty be,

B-- Let him | but learn | of Love | to read | in thee,

A-- Stella, | those fair | lines, which | true good | ness show.

A-- There shall | he find | all vice| s' o| ver throw,

B-- Not by | rude force, | but sweet |est sove | reignty

B-- Of rea | son, from | whose light | those night |-birds fly;

A-- That in | ward sun | in thine | eyes shin | eth so.

--------VOLTA---------

C--And not | content | to be | Perfec | tion's heir

D--Thyself, | dost strive | all minds | that way | to move,

C--Who mark | in thee | what is | in thee | most fair.

D--So while | thy beau | ty draws | the heart | to love,

E--As fast | thy Vir | tue bends | that love | to good.

E--"But, ah," | Desire | still cries, | "give me | some food."

the Terza Rima is a minor sonnet variation, neither Shakespearean or Petrarchen. It's actually Dante's rhyme scheme for his Italian sonnets, but it's rarely used in english. (I've done it once, and it's IS fun, and easier than Petrarchan...) here is it, used by Robert frost.

it has a rhyme scheme of

Totally different, you'll notice, from the english structures. Instead of groupings of four lines, Dante liked to divide into triplets. (A little closer to the French Villainelle in that regard.) But he has a rhyming couplet on the end as well, only this couplet rhymes with the first lines, too.

Robert Frost used a modified Terza Rima in his poem "Acquainted with the Night", which I've so KINDLY taken the trouble to type up for everyone. He added an extra tercet into the poem, defying the fourteen-line-sonnet rule. (But again, he gets away with this because he's FAMOUS, and the rest of us aren't.)

"Acquainted with the Night"

I have been one acquianted with the night.

I have walked out in rain--and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say goodbye;

And further still at an unearthly height,

One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

"Acquainted with the Night"

A-- I have been one acquianted with the night.

B-- I have walked out in rain--and back in rain.

A-- I have outwalked the furthest city light.

B-- I have looked down the saddest city lane.

C-- I have passed by the watchman on his beat

B-- And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

C-- I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

D-- When far away an interrupted cry

D-- Came over houses from another street,

------(NOTE EXTRA TERCET)------

D-- But not to call me back or say goodbye;

A-- And further still at an unearthly height,

D-- One luminary clock against the sky

A-- Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

A-- I have been one acquainted with the night.

So...now that I've bored you all to death, or made you all despair of ever making a sonnet withotu being famous, Fear not! It's much easier than it looks. (assuming you have a decent enough vocabulary, or a friend willing to be your human thesaurus...) And furthermore, I have a few dumb tips you'll love... ~~Everyone~~ ~~loves my dumb tips!~~

For one, it's typical to make sonnets about love and whatever individual you're pining over? I've very rarely followed that rule. I've had sonnets on everything from Lucifer, to fountains of youth and questing beasts, to mown grass, to one anime character writing an epitaph for a dead anime character. (And as of Monday evening, barbarian sandwich-making...) You can do it with just about any subject provided you get the twist right--that's the really important thing, I find. The twist and the end-couplet if you're doing a version that requires an end couplet.

Thinking about your subject a little beforehand helps, too. Narrow it down to something manageable, because when you start writing about love, the desire to go on for pages and pages and pages or mutter about kisses and smothering affections or such is pretty strong. (Which is part of the reason why I stick to weird subjects.) That said, if you're going to write a sonnet about dryer lint, don't sit there and think about doughnuts unless it's part of some weird metaphor you think you can develop in a few dozen words. But also don't try a subject you don't genuinely like just because you think it's poetic, because it'll typically sound terrible unless you happen to have godly skill sufficient to make anything you write turn to gold. (I for one, don't have this talent. Far be it from me to stop any of you who do, though...)

That said, it gets a lot easier if you're not afraid throw away off-subject bits or bad rhymes. (And this is easier still with a Shakespearean sonnet since you only need to put things in pairs--I'd recommend the English Sonnet there the first few times until you get a feel for it.)

It gets easier still to write down sonnets once you get some practice making sure your feet are lined up in demure little iambs.

Here's a Shakespearean sonnet I wrote. I wrote it literally in about twenty minutes, on the subject of the ultimate sandwich, since that's FoolishMortal's prompt for her college. Incidentally, despite the speed, I tossed out six perfectly good rhyming lines or so when writing this, and changed some of the rhymes about three times. I also wrote the end couplet first, but that's a good idea for most writing--if you have your ending in mind when you start it keeps you from getting too far off topic. But that's just me. ~~I've come a long way since the days I wrote the prologue to Gracious Wings...^_^;;~~ (Also, I've had four years of sonent writing, and intensive personal immersion-study on the subject.)

I DO like how this turned out.

On the Building of a Dynasty

11-03-09

(For P.)

In tow'ring halls and restaurants surfeit,

I find no cause for straying from my love--

With fresh-baked loaves held soft by cradling mitt,

And age-flaked cheeses, I have stocked my trove!

In blissful adoration of their shades:

The open-faced, the crustless, and the grilled,

I stand by dreaming with my steely blades

To carve the portions out 'til all are filled.

Through yonder window lies the pack of huns

Who belch and scratch and scarcely read a book;

Who want their woman stacked with different buns,

And could care less which barefoot girls could cook...

But there's no armored conquerer complete,

Whom my cheese sandwiches won't see replete.

...This sentimental kodak moment brought to you by the Capital One no hassles horde. (And possibly too much Terry Pratchett...)

What's in YOUR wallet? If it's not poetry, we'll knock you senseless with home-forged loves...

Okay, okay, okay, I'll stop...

Now that you're all experts thanks to my incredible teaching skills, I expect each and every one of you to go off and write yourself a sonnet. On anything from Sodomy to Snot. And I may well be checking up on you!

...Just kidding. But I really would love if people tried. Since I've annoyed you all this far, if you do take me up on the challenge, I'd be more than happy to check your meter and generally fangirl over your poetry. That goes for any of you. ~~And for potential stalkers and stranger who might drop by, too.~~<

If anyone steals my sonnet though, I'm sacking your house personally.

-Skunky the Grate

zooming past as the speed of light, powered only by anime sideburns...

2009-10-30T21:40:45Z

So...I finished a double-drabble for Mocchan. it's random, and kind of sucks, but word count was important here. She has the title coming, too: "Cake or Death".

...I'm amazing. What can I say? ^_^

*dodges tomatoes*

Yaiba's officially scaring away all my Juvneile Orion ideas. (Except for Tracer. Tracer's just the type of character not to be put off by someone as nasty as Yaiba. Come to think of it, he'd probably flirt with him until he exploded with rage and threw stuff...)

Eyes is being marvelously dry over at KKM rp. I'm proud of him. He's proving to be exceptionally fun. (THE UNDERSTATEMENTS ARE KILLING ME INSIDE WITH LAUGHTER.) All in all, what I'd hope for considering I spent close to a eyar makign sure i got down his character voice. *fixes Eyes with a glare, which he ignores*

And of course, when you username is "somedriedfish", minds end up in the gutter. Which is jsut abotu everything you could ask from an RP considering Eyes' personal dignity is roughly the side of Africa, and he doesn't blush at really anything.

Hoo hoo hoo~
~~Now to find myself a Kanone player to put me in an unexpected pinch...~~

Hizumi's being his cheerful idiot self. Sometimes I want to hit that little genius child. Partially becasue I suspect he has bigger ovaries than me. (He definitely has a mroe developed sense of romance.)

Wrote the ending and epilogue for Negotiations as well as two more chapters. Filling in the middle is all that's left. Yaiba is terrifically villainous and brutal in his own way. I forgot how much I miss writing a real, unrepentant, unashamed villain.

And...Kiyotaka is Kiyotaka.

Er...in other news, i visited the High School yesterday. Ran into Gaz and ROFLcake again. gaz and I babbled incoherently about Spiral, and I informed her of some extent of Kiyotaka's furry dastardliness.
Kanone's stabbyness was also mentioned in approving lights...
...RIGHT in front of Mrs. Maltby.

"Oh no, I'm sure it's fine." She says, which still looking a little surprised.
To which I reply with my typical animated hand gestures, "Oh yes, yes, it's totally an edifying piece of literature which has nothing whatsoever to do with plot-important kitty-ears, stabbing your best friend, blowing up portions of your school, or shooting people and taking them hostage. I'm a marvelous influence on your calculus students, make no mistake. ♥"

...I'll be amazed if campus police don't come after me the next time I visit with a line like that. (Even if I DID make a math teacher laugh--SCORE ONE FOR MY DEMENTED SENSE OF HUMOR!)

...Hit a snag with The Bridge of Sighs. All thet dialogue in the newer chapters is making things turn differently. I need to find a single character POV to hop into to event hings out, I think. The natural choice would be Ayumu because he's still piecing things together, but so far, my only attempts at Ayumu POV are for those HizumiXAyumu fragments I keep writing.

So...Skunky is in an unexpected pinch, I think. (Especially for someone who never gets writers block.) I'll probably go work on somethign else until my brain sorts that out, but...all this clone-shipping and original-shipping is making me pretty tired. And writing seme!Eyes is...kind of weird.

I might be feeling a tickling for het.
(OH HORRORS.)

"I don't know what the line is, but I get the feeling I'm talking about Little Narumi..."

2009-10-26T17:34:35Z

So...about twelve to thirteen hours in on Yaiba and Kiyotaka's amazing picture, JUST touching up the last moments and making usre i know how to draw a fetus in a jar, and I realize Yaiba's elbows aren't lining up.

Words do not express.
Random consonants might.
The term is probably "WJFSTLLRGGH!" followed up by vague noises of anger like "FSSSSSS..."

Not to mention the batmobile decided to be tempermental on Friday, so I didn't come online at all. (I tried texting you, Nyami-chan. I have no idea if you got it or not because you never replied...) I think my car doesn't like the weather. I dumped in a little extra coolant and it's being fine again. (I hope that's it, because I really can't afford a repair until my boss remembers to pay me...o_o)

And I did something really stupid yesterday by getting into details on my lacking love like with Joey. Idiotic. Those are things I don't tell people, and he's been bothering me lately. He's given me unnecessary advice on what to do about the Yoh problem.
Again, I haven't seen head or tail of Yoh since July.
I'm tempted to text him out of the blue and declare I'm writing jaunty verse in his memory, but it'd come out sarcastic, I'm sure. Or maybe too-jovial. I always have to watch my tone around him because he likes to make my brain so nervous it can't think straight, and instead starts acting on automatic and therefore being a gleeful travailling ship of blissful idiocy.
guh.

Things are being frustrating, but at least RP is going smoothly in my brain. I have entry ideas for everyone now, and am ready to engage in cross-fandom seduction and gunfights. Marvelous.

But Spiral chapter 74 came out, and THAT did wonders for my mood. (KIYOTAKA! Just looking at you makes me realize I can't draw you without giving you Tomonori!hair! You magnificent dastard! Go home and let your wife beat you, already! She's been shot and stabbed in about seven places, and your note of apology is severely lacking!)

Ayumu, your Jesus references are amazing. ~~You're proof that body piercings will save our lives.~~ But are you coming after Kiyo with HIZUMI'S gun? Hoo.

Gah. I need originals to obsess over. WHO HAS RAWS?

~~Must go home and write KiyotakaXYaiba. Haa~ Even though I like manga!Madoka...~~

WHAT? WHAT? Why do I hear word of Eyes!Crossdressing and can't seem to find it? I MUST SEE THIS. ~~And make icons...~~

I should go home and find something substantial to eat. I'm going ot be here all afternoon, after all. (Starting at about three or four.)
I'm still craving quesedilla, too, and I CAN'T BUY FOOD. I ABSOLUTELY CAN'T. NO. I keep telling myself this and there's still a fifty percent chance I'll break down if I don't watch it. AAGH. FOOD.

...Kiyotaka Narumi, WHY are you a bunny? That's what Yaiba wants me to ask...

Ugh. Food.

Δεν θέλουμε! D:

2009-10-21T21:51:32Z

I'm drawing Yaiba, finally. I don't think I got his hair perfect. it's probably a bit messier. Personally I think he could be the world's first green psuedo-saiyan, but that's partially also just me being overly critical again...

My mom caught me sketching though, and we had THIS wonderful little interaction:

Mom: *studies intently with her daughter-of-a-sculptor art-sense*...You need to put hips on her, otherwise she won't look like a woman.

Skunky: *sighs* Sad but true, this is NOT a woman. *raises eyebrows*

Mom: The jaw's too narrow for a man.

Skunky: It's anime, unfortunately, so all men have impossibly narrow jaws--haven't you ever looked at my Cloud figurines on my desk? I'll work on it but there isn't much I can do about it...

Mom: I still think it's a girl. Who is it, anyway?

Skunky: Spiral character... incidentally, this, *assumes a stature* is called the "figure four" position. It's a body language posture only assumed by American men. Especially combined with this gesture. *steeples fingers* You see it a lot with businessmen.

Mom: ...How'd you find that out?

Skunky: *bent over the picture and carefully erasing* I read too much... *looks up* Weren't you busy watching NCIS?

Mom: Oh. Yes. But you ruined the dialogue.

Skunky: *bent over picture and now carefully re-arranging Yaiba's jaw scructure and grinning* What's there to ruin? They'll try to discover the means of death for the first twenty minutes, they'll debate who did it for exactly twenty minutes, then you'll find out it's someone you didn't suspect at all in the last five. In the mean time, they'll try to throw in a little character-development, and a few characters might have flings that don't last, or turn out to be criminals. *Looks up and grins* That sound about right?

Mom: *makes a face* well it's fun to see how they get there, and I'm not an author, so i can enjoy it.

Skunky: *looks back down* I'm not an author either. I'm just your precious precocious child. *gets hit in the head* Ow.

Mom: Why don't you draw your own characters rather than somebody else's?

Skunky: *winces and pauses* Uhh...because my characters are insanely hard to draw...lots of armor and such...textures are hard for me to get right, and I keep worrying about proportions.

Mom: You can get it right if you look at it though.

Skunky: But I'm trying not to look at it,a nd I'm REALLY not a visual person. *measures with fingertips* And that chair leg's slightly off again...blaaargh. *erases* The Spiral proportions are slightly off to begin with which makes it harder. The legs are very flat and slender, the wrists are very round, the necks are too thin, the eyes and heads a little too big, and the hands are slightly too small. It's hard to approximate out the style.

Mom: I'll take your word for it. Do you need one of your mannequins?

Skunky: My mannequins can't hold figure-four position, and I don't have a chair. No thank you. *grins* Go watch your perky goth heroine.

Mom: *hits me agian in passing with a shirt*

*sigh* So...yes...yaiba's coming along, but being difficult...

In other news, a girl just hit on me, and I want to go hide. (Aaah! No! *goes red*)
And just when I'm talking about proportions with Nyami-chan... ERGH.
T_T This was NOT what I meant in my last entry. Good Heavens, I want to crawl under something, and question what it is about my appearence that makes other girls think I like them...

Again? induce brain!warts

2009-10-20T00:48:13Z

Once again, I find myself doing female-to-male and male-to-female translations. Conversationally, of course.

...Why is this difficult for people?

~~And if I can do this so well, why aren't I swimming in dating prospects as gaming guys hide behind me screaming, "My girlfriend's crazy and wants to kill me! D:"~~

"Empathy" should be a class in High school. Only they'd probably teach it wrong.

~~That and it helps to find yourself rediculous and everyone else fascinating...~~

...My own brother refuses to date ebcause he wants to find a girl who doesn't want to murder him at certain times of the month. And, because like his sister to some extent, he likes watching his friends cower behidn him shrieking "My girlfriend wants ot kill me! What did I do? What did I do?!" And then he directs them to go buy chocolates and flowers and stand far away... My reaction, "Why can't you send the hormonal trollops my way so they can complain about you, and I can share embarassing but endearing tidbits and they adore you again? ._."

Aaagh...

My thrilling speech would look much more compelling if I could actually notice people around me being after my nerd arse.
Aaah lack of visual perception... *flails*

And I have to stop lusting over sixteen year old boys who make perverse jokes and fire virtual ballistas...DURR. ~~Freakin' female!bakura STOLE MY CRADLE!~~

That's it. Yoh-chan had better come back before I lose my brain. He was actually capable of diagnosing some female-to-male problems accurately, and then we'd sit ther and stare at eachother with stupid nervous grins. I miss my paranoia-inducing potential love interest dearly.

And I'm rambling... Aaaaagh...

(TWO entries within an hour? Are you SERIOUS?)

Why do I always get hungry when I talk to Frodo-kun?!

2009-10-19T23:58:14Z

So the temperature went down over the weekend.
Seriously low, too. We had records highs in the nineteis one day, then the mercury went down into the low seventies and upper-sixties the next day. I was deliriously happy. This si my classification of perfect weather--cloudy, around sixty, and full of breeze...

If it stays like this, I won't die in my failing Halloween costume. Joy.

In other news, I'm starving. And my family's full of sick people again. Somehow having a sore throat means you can stay home if you're my sister, or my mother. Though my mother never stops moving, and my sister isn't so sick that she can't finish reading her Orson Scott Card books. I'm somewhat annoyed with both of them for being so dramatic. (I had a sore throat, too, but I kicked it with killer tea, and I blamed it on the dry weather.)

I also found a new way to make oatmeal not taste like oatmeal and at once administer daily amounts of turmeric at the same time. Hooray for me. My sister wouldn't let me near hers. She covered it with sugar and milk as usual, then went back to complain about her sore throat. (Uhh...wait...logic?)

My mother finally got word of my insane plans for school and such. (Those of you who didn't read my mechanized-sounding friends-only entry of subdued emo and panic, won't know what I'm talking about.)
My mom looked me in the eye and said with ehr absolute seriousness, "Well, see if you get a job, then you can do it and I'll let you get out of school that long. Put out a fleece."
My mom made a Gideon reference.
This of course made me laugh hysterically, because I fileld in all the biblical references afterwards, and it's not nice ot quote a story that has incompetant human sacrificing and barley loaves knocking over tents when you have a nickname like "Hephyr" among your siblings.
Someone's going ot get ideas and take em to a valley.

...nobody else here has any idea what I'm talking about...

Alright, alright, but picture the look on my mom's face as I burst into insouciant laughter right int he middle of a wonderfully serious conversation.
Also note, my mom is the one person in the family with no sense of humor whatsoever.

A beautiful moment, in other words. Even if I'm merrily travelling on the road down into absolute and total darkness. (Aah, who knows?)

It feels like nobody's ever on when I'm on RP anymore. And my brains' being taken up anyway with too much Yaiba.
It's NOT normal to get five chapters for something done in a week.
YAIBA.
I swear he's stealing all my Tracer ideas...
...And I really want to draw him.
I never want to draw things.
It's not that I stink at art, because I don't (and neither would you after six years of it...) but it's really not RIGHT that my brain tells me I need to draw a thirty-year-old anime man with green hair and a suit with a lollipop and a skull with a genius furry dastard looming in the background with a box of jelly doughnuts.
Madness is approaching...

Aaand Nyami-chan's on.
Time to grovel.
Playing Tracer's like pulling teeth lately, and it shouldn't be.

And somehow thinking about pulling teeth makes me hungry again.

AAAH! THE CYCLE!

obseletevulture @ 2009-10-14T09:51:00

2009-10-14T14:26:52Z

I do NOT jsut write angsty entries or memes. Honest. XDD

~~I usually follow senseless memes with weird information that nobody wants to hear. That's naturally, entirely different...~~

Actually, this one might answer some burning questions in everyone's minds.

From Lina-san:

1. My username is ____ because ____.
2. My journal is titled ____ because ____.
3. My subtitle is ____ because ____.
4. My friends page is called ____ because ____.
5. My default userpic is ____ because ____.

1. Uhh...okay...my username. Bizzare, right? Well you see, back in the day when I was a fairly depressing your ~~padawan~~ fourteen-year-old, I had the most insensible favorite band thing by the name of Project 86. Plus I was starting down the path of dark-supposedly-witty-self-philosophic-drivels, so I was trying to identify what put me in my place in the social strata, and why people had to be mean to my fluffy, emo, blond self. So I was writing excessively bad freeverse poetry about how dark I was, and gaining more than a natural attraction for carrion birds which projectile vomit when bothered.
So from the combination of a song-lyric stuck in my head abotu being obsolete and temporary, and that attraction to demented birds (of which, i'd discovered, white vultures had a head-style similar to my own), I became "obseletevulture".
"Obselete" because at first I had an anagram I don't remember, and also, because I couldn't spell obsolete properly.
But I generally keep the things I mess up on so I can laugh at them later, and my username makes me smile even now. it's proof I've come a long way. ~~Albeit, I still have an attraction to weird animals. First skunks, then vultures, then cockroaches and mantises...~~

2. My journal is entitled "Mad l337 Fanfictionist needs food badly (accept no substitoots)" as an obvious weird take on "wizard needs food badly" with some very odd...um...attempts at personality beneath it. But come to think of it, I've had the same title since high school, and I ought to change it by now. Especially considering I've come up with some nice little poetic references and literary allusions for my RP journals, but this one still advertises excessive idiocy.

3. The subtitle "time to clean the mental augean stable...anyone got a river?" Is a reference to my other common name "Neurofeces" Those familiar with greek mythology will know the labors of Hercules pretty well. Those who know me, will know several years as an english major searching for meanings to things has ruined most of my sense for taking things only one way. ~~And therefore turned me into an occasionally rediculous pervert.~~

4. My friends page is entitled "dance my proletariat meat-puppets, DANCE" for reasons beyond my understanding. I think originally I was a takeoff on a Megatokyo shirt-guy-Dom panel, but the orgiginal quote was "dance my proletariat puppet!". Where the meat came from, I don't know. But considering at the time, I was calling my friends IRL "frolicking dirt children" and becoming a kind of cheerful floating psycho ward and collecter of brilliant minds, trying to understand what I was thinking now is probably going to take a while, even for me.
...that said, I'm amazed you people stick around me, still. ^_^;;

5. My default userpic is "Game Over insert coin" for a reason. Originally it's a reference to Good Omens--which at the time, I was practicing reading from for a debate tournament. (this has also been in place since high school.) But also, I hang out with too many gamers to be considered a healthy youth. I mostly jsut keep it there because it makes random stalkers who play games and suck at them, feel instant camraderie with me, and therefore become fast friends before they know what's hit them. (THIS I'd keep now.)

Now...to prove i occasionally talk about boring things, too...

Carmen from the 'seasoned women's bible study' I go to, is having a get-together with me and my mom over at Pollo Tropical on Thursday. (Incidentally, yes, I've asked before why I, a twenty-year-old-girl is allowed to attend a 'seasoned women's bible study". the general concluscion was, I seem to have a well-spiced personality, according to various women between seventy and eighty. Also, I hold open doors. ~~Accoridng to Bessie, who's pretty spicy herself. XD~~)
Considering we've wanted a get-together with her for most of the summer, this is good.

There was an ambulance outside of the house of the guy who changed my life for the worse yesterday. I astonished even myself by wondering if he'd finally committed suicide. I astonished myself further by wondering that with no passion whatsoever, and realizing I wouldn't know how I'd feel if he had. Or if I'd feel anything at all about it.
It's easy to look at one's self as the victim.
It's much harder, somehow to see a person you could easily cast as a villain in a worse place than yours, though.

In other news, I'm ficicng like a bloodless, tearless demon. (Spiral fiction really IS giving me "brain diarrhea") Yaiba Mizushiro is fleshing out as naturally as his cheerful younger brother did. But he's doing it so fast it astonishes me. ~~And he seems to please the guwithwings group at the least, which also astonishes me~~. Due to that, though, I feel like I'm leaving off my duties as Tracer and Hizumi, and all the rest on KKMRP. It still feels like people have been off a lot lately, though. Hope everything's alright, there...

In other news, it seems Purple-kun and MOG-kun are "virtually engaged" by the sacred bonds of all that is purple an oniony. I've already called dibs on being the insane nanny to the brood of Purpions.
I love it when people go mad off sugar and do amazing things...all my characters ever do when they're high on sugar is threaten to dissect infants, and sew or knit. And I don't like sweet things, so I'm rarely more manic than I generally am...
You two are amazing.
And I'm sure the wedding cake ~~and the table it stands on~~ will be crafted form solid chocolate, and brought out on a float of oompa loompas.
~~Doris will be weeping in the front row...~~
The wedding march will naturally be played by a full kazoo band, organized by me. (and choreaographed by yet more oompa loompas.)
...And nobody had better touch the doughnuts. Or the benderberry punch.

Everybody's doing it...

2009-10-12T15:43:33Z

I've come to the conclusion I have too many friends.

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
obseletevulture goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as the fastest frog in the world.
azalee_calypso tricks you! You get a piece of paper.
foolish_m0rtal tricks you! You get a rotten egg.
kanashiii gives you 15 dark green cherry-flavoured wafers.
moerikyo tricks you! You lose 2 pieces of candy!
mongoliabun tricks you! You lose 3 pieces of candy!
mushykylo tricks you! You lose 4 pieces of candy!
nyami_rose1 gives you 15 milky white root beer-flavoured gummy worms.
smithsassistant gives you 6 light yellow pineapple-flavoured wafers.
writer_of_sorts tricks you! You lose 12 pieces of candy!
x_mog tricks you! You get a block of wood.
obseletevulture ends up with 15 pieces of candy, a piece of paper, a rotten egg, and a block of wood.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

XDD Supposedly I seems to trick everyone when they do this on their journal. Now you're all geting me back.

Incidentally, my sister is determined to go trick or treating as Rio Takeuchi,a nd has been pressuring me immensely to go as a Spiral character. I'm sighing to myself and thinking, 'yeah, okay, I have enough balck stuff in my wardrobe to pull off Eyes Rutherford, but I don't have the hair. I have fluffy non-green sideburn things that could do a Hizumi, but I ahve no red coat, so what can I be?'

Solution: easiest costume in the world for a person with sideburn!hair:
Black turtleneck, face ear-clips, and an orange apron. Occasionally declare "the melody of logic always plays the notes of truth"
I'll go as Ayumu Narumi.

...Unfortuantely, nature seems to have made me ill-designed for posing as an adolescent man. So I'm oging to have to figure out a good way to bind myself.

And then watch in amusement as my sister realizes nobody will know hwo she is anyway.

Ho ho.

Bold the ones that are true.
Italicize the ones that are sort of true.

general
ღ I am 5'4 or shorter.
ღ I think I'm ugly. (Er...not anymore, I'm afraid. my body seems ot be mocking me by giving me huge boobs and a figure. I can't figure out why anyone thinks I have any attractive features, though.)
ღ I have many scars. (Acne scars.)
ღ I tan easily.
ღ I wish my hair was a different color.
ღ I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
ღ I have a tattoo.
ღ I am self-conscious about my appearance. (duh.)
ღ I have/had braces.
ღ I wear glasses.
ღ I'd get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free.
ღ I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger. (It freaks me out when strangers freak out over my hair, or try to cheer me up, Compliments make me nervous.)
ღ I have had more than two piercings.
ღ I have had piercings in places besides my ears.
ღ I have freckles. (My arms freckle a little. XD)

family/home life
ღ I've sworn at my parents. (No, actually o_o)
ღ I've run away from home.
ღ I've been kicked out of the house.
ღ My biological parents are together. (Oh yes. Which is funny because my dad's a sap,a nd my mom has no sense of romance whatsoever--a trait she seems to ahve passed off to me. So she'll complain about osmething and my dd will jsut sit there and look at her soppily. XDD)
ღ I have a sibling less than one year old.
ღ I want to have kids someday. (YES. At least four, if not five. ^_^)
ღ I have children.
ღ I've lost a child.

embarrassment
ღ I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.
ღ Disney movies still make me cry.
ღ I've snorted while laughing.
ღ I've laughed so hard I've cried.
ღ I've glued my hand to something.
ღ I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose. (Many different kinds of beverages, on many occasions. XDD)
ღ I've had my trousers rip in public. (Maybe a knee, once?)

health
ღ I've had stitches.
ღ I've broken a bone.
ღ I've had my tonsils removed.
ღ I've sat in a doctor's office with a friend.
ღ I've had my wisdom teeth removed. (There are epic entries on this site where I went emo off of painkillers. I could tell you horror stories... ♥)
ღ I've had serious surgery.
ღ I've had chicken pox. (actually, I had an outbreak on one arm after an inoculation, so, maybe.)

traveling
ღ I've driven over 200 miles (1000km) in one day.
ღ I've been on a plane. (To New York City and back. ^_^)
ღ I've been to North America. (considering I live there...)
ღ I've been to Niagara Falls. (when I was eight...)
ღ I've been to Japan.
ღ I've been to Europe.
ღ I've been to Africa.

experiences
ღ I've been lost in my city. (But I kind of enjoyed it...)
ღ I've seen a shooting star.
ღ I've wished on a shooting star.
ღ I've seen a meteor shower.
ღ I've gone out in public in my pajamas. (XD By accident, I think. i was pretty young...)
ღ I've pushed all the buttons in a lift.
ღ I've been to a casino.
ღ I've been skydiving.
ღ I've gone skinny dipping.
ღ I've played spin the bottle.
ღ I've crashed a car.
ღ I've been skiing.
ღ I've been in a play.
ღ I've met someone in person from the internet. (It tends to be the other way around...does that count? Probably not.)
ღ I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.
ღ I've seen the northern lights.
ღ I've sat on a roof top at night. (My house. I was watching fireworks.)
ღ I've played chicken.
ღ I've seen the RHPS.
ღ I've eaten sushi. (I love Sushi.)
ღ I've been snowboarding.

relationships
ღ I'm single. (Uh. yes. for twenty years, in fact.)
ღ I'm in a relationship.
ღ I'm available. (Just nto terribly accessible, I imagine. I don't tend to notice this kind of thing...)
ღ I'm engaged.
ღ I'm married.
ღ I've gone on a blind date.
ღ I've been the dumpee more than the dumper.
ღ I have a fear of abandonment.
ღ I've been divorced.
ღ I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back. (Actually, i can't tell. We both seem pretty clammed up and cheerfully awkward around one another. Of course, I ahvent' seen him at all since July, so...*sigh*)
ღ I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.
ღ I've told someone I didn't love them when I did. (The few times I lie are usually embarassing things like this...)
ღ I've kept something from a past relationship. (if you can call it that. I'm unromantic, but sentimental. And a bit of a pack rat.)

sexuality
ღ I've had a crush on someone of the same gender.
ღ I've kissed a member of the same gender.
ღ I've had sex with someone of the opposite gender.
ღ I've had sex with someone of the same gender.
ღ I've had sex with more than one person at the same time.
ღ I am a cuddler.
ღ I've been kissed in the rain.
ღ I've had sex outdoors.
ღ I've hugged a stranger.
ღ I have kissed a stranger.
ღ I have had sex with a stranger.
(WOW. I'm boring. And I'm really not a touchy person. XDD)

honesty/crime
ღ I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't. (I'm sure we all have...though mine's more lack of willpower than intent to be nasty.)
ღ I have lied to my parents about where I am. (sort of.)
ღ I am keeping a secret from the world. (Real-life types dont' know about my healthy internet life. ^_^;;)
ღ I've cheated while playing a video game. (SIMS, and Starcraft. Anyone else remember 'radio free zerg"?)
ღ I've cheated on a test. (NO.)
ღ I've driven through a red light.
ღ I've been suspended from school.
ღ I've witnessed a crime.
ღ I've been in a fist fight.
ღ I've been arrested.
ღ I've shoplifted. (I actually stole a book when I was twelve, and didn't get caught. I felt terrible, and ended up giving away the book. The only reason I shoplifted it was because I was secretly into Wicca, and my parents didn't know, and it was a book along those lines. Ironically, if I'd been caught, I wouldn't be able to teach in the state of Florida, like I want to. In hindsight, it's nto something i would ahve ever even considered under other circumstances.)

drugs/alcohol
ღ I've consumed alcohol.
ღ I have/do smoked cigarettes. (I jsut find the smell oddly attractive on certain people, and smelling it makes me feel strangely nostalgic. Even though it makes me gag.)
ღ I have/do smoked pot.
ღ I regularly drink.
ღ I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.
ღ I take cough medication when I'm not sick.
ღ I've done hard drugs.
ღ I've been addicted to an illegal substance.
ღ I can't swallow pills.
ღ I can swallow about five pills at a time no problem. (Good thing, too, because my mom likes to over-vitaminize her children when she gets the chance)

random
ღ I can sing well. (er...I can sing. Not exceptionally well,a nd i hit flat when I have to approach certain notes certain ways. It's msotly the fact I have mild congestion. It makes my voice messed up. When my throat's clear, I can sing pretty well, though. My throat's just rarely clear.)
ღ I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
ღ I open up to others too easily. (Some peopel say I do. I don't think so, though, but, eh...italicized.)
ღ I watch the news.
ღ I don't kill bugs. (I catch some, obviously, but if I can't catch them, I don't have a problem killing them.)
ღ I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for sake of being able to rhyme. (but I hate repetitive lyrics for the msot part, anyway.)
ღ I f*cking swear regularly. (When I RP, mostly, but I think I'm getting a bit bad at that in text, too. I don't swear at all when I talk.)
ღ I sing in the shower.
ღ I am a morning person.
ღ I paid for my mobile phone ring tone.
ღ I'm a snob about grammar.
ღ I am a sports fanatic.
ღ I play with my hair. (I make Near look sane.)
ღ I have/had "x"s in my screen name.
ღ I love being neat. (PSSSH! A big fat "NO", there.)
ღ I love spam.
ღ I've copied more than 30 cds in a day.
ღ I bake well. (I COOK well, but I can't bake to save my life.)
ღ My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue.
ღ I don't know how to shoot a gun.
ღ I am in love with love.
ღ I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.
ღ I laugh at my own jokes. (But other people start laughing at my jokes, and I can't help it. I also laugh at myself when I dosomething dumb, though. I laugh at everything.)
ღ I eat fast food weekly. (Probably, since I'm in college. *sigh* But I LOVE Taco bell, even if it's like eating the health equivalent of catfood.)
ღ I believe in ghosts.
ღ I am online 24/7, even as an away message.
ღ I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.
ღ I am really ticklish. (Another guilty reason why I'm not a touchy person. people tickle me even just by running a finger down my spine. I'm so ticklish it's not even funny... *embarassed*)
ღ I love white chocolate.
ღ I bite my nails. (And my cuticles. And my hair, even on occasion.)
ღ I play video games.
ღ I'm good at remembering faces.
ღ I'm good at remembering names.
ღ I'm good at remembering dates. (I'm not good at remembering anything XDD. Except voices and useless information. I can remember conversations so perfectly it's scary, sometimes.)
ღ I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
ღ My answers are totally honest. (I try to be honest in everything, as measured by tact. XD)

Those of you who didn't see one of my rare friends-only entries, I could still use the help and advice? (Also, if I didn't friend you, and we DO talk, can you tell me? I fele like I'm forgetting something...)

This is just fun (Spiral Sims)

2009-10-09T20:25:32Z

I put this up over on the gunwithwings forum, so I thought I'd share it here, too. (Technically I was going to put it up on my creative journal, but I thought this would work better.)

Warning: Cracktastic fun ahead. Unfortunately, without bicycles (Note: May contain pairings and weirdness)

General:

"The melody of logic, always plays the notes of truth...except on the toilet." :

http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f6/obseletevulture/Screenshot-118.jpg

"Anyone for some dried fish?" Eyes asks Kanone:
http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f6/obseletevulture/Screenshot-87.jpg

Kousuke rants and raves about how Kiyotaka's plan will never work to his face. (Actually, he's just stopped Kiyotaka from playing with fire.)

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Eyes: *picks up his phone* Hello?
Phone: Merry Christmas, Rutherford. In six hours you'll be a-
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Eyes: *hangs up* Bloody fangirls.
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Kiyotaka and Rio dance like idiots. (Spinning unfortunately not included):
(Kiyotaka: I'm keeping up with the groovy younger generation!)
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Ayumu cooks something healthy. (Big surprise):
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Hizumi actually eats it. (WTF?! Note: Staring Kanone):
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Kanone stares at the laptop and waits for it to activate with his secret lazer vision:
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Eyes broods and is otherwise surprisingly IC...
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...Until we realize he's just glaring at Kousuke secretly thinking he's a moron for smiling at an empty salad plate.
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Eyes calmly sips his tea...
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...and tells Kiyotaka he's full of garbage...
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..Then proceeds to stay up half the night playing guitar. (There's no piano in Sims 3.)
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Kousuke wakes up refreshed, and clad in manly pink wom-rat slippers:
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Ayumu, of course, spends most of his time reading cookbooks:
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So Shirtless!Hizumi decides to mess with Kousuke's head.
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Kousuke: ZOMG! You're totally not in the way at all, yet I'm inexplicably annoyed with you for being in the way!
Hizumi: All according to plan! <3
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Kousuke: Raaage! Manly weightlifting!
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Hizumi: Ayumu! You've finally stopped reading! Let me jump on you!
Ayumu: WTF? It's too early in the morning!
Hizumi: It's never to early for DEATH FROM ABOVE!
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Eyes and Kanone paint side-by-side...
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And Kanone is distinctively better at it than Eyes, but Eyes thinks he's created a masterpiece anyway. (You'll see Eyes' masterpiece later as THIS:)
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Ayumu sees something disturbing (while Rio eats all his food)
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Turns out it's this: Hizumi's Devilish!Smile
(Ayumu: I'm somehow certain he means to molest me...)
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Hizumi: Hey, Kiyotaka! Can I rape your brother?
Kiyotaka: Hm? You can do what you like...
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Hizumi: Wow this is delicious, Ayumu!
Ayumu: ...I still don't trust you.
Kiyotaka: *wanders out the door, uncaring that hsi brother's chastity is in jepoardy*
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Hizumi: No really! It's much better than hospital food!
Ayumu: ...Brother, what's he talking about?
Kiyotaka: Hm? I'm sorry, I've just realized we have a burglar alarm in a hosue full of theives.
Ayumu: We've had that for a week!
Kiyotaka: I am a moron, so I forget immediately
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Ayumu stalks Hizumi while Hizumi looks for his yaoi collection.
Hizumi: Ha! I bet Eyes-kun is scretly reading it again and will deny it all when I come to ask him.
Ayumu: You're hiding something, I know you are!
Hizumi: What?
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Ayumu: I'm sure he'll tell me what he's up to if I kiss him out of nowhere!
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Hizumi: <3 *soppy looks*
Ayumu: No good. I think I just melted his brain. Dammit, now he'll never tell me!
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Hizumi: Take advantage of me <3!
Ayumu: Wait, but isn't this Kousuke's bed?
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Hizumi: Sex times!
Ayumu: Wha?
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*nonexplicit sequences*
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Both look incredibly smug afterwards...
(Ayumu: God, I want a nap...)
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Ayumu: Hey Hizumi. Um. I'm going to go get some sleep.
Hizumi: Oh REALLY?
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*More nonexplicit scenes but this time with flying pillows*
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Ayumu: WTF did I just do? And how is HE passed out after all that?
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Afterwards, Ayumu wakes Hizumi up...
Ayumu: So um...I'm really not comfortable with this going any further like this, because I feel liek I'm kind of taking advantage of you. I mean, you're not my boyfriend or anything-
Hizumi: Really? Oh I'll totally be your boyfriend! That's so sweet, Ayumu!
Ayumu: ...huh?
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Hizumi promptly tries to eat off Ayumu's face.
(Ayumu makes muffled compliants.)
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Hizumi: ZOMG! I forgot to ask your brother if it was okay to date you! All I asked him was if I could seduce you!
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Ayumu: YOU ASKED MY BROTHER WHAT?!
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Hizumi: Oh it doesn't matter. I want to sleep.
Ayumu: Me too... *sighs and plans to kill Kiyotaka*
Kousuke: WTF is all this mess in my bed?!
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And that's how they got together...

In the mean time...
Kousuke goads kanone:
Kousuke: Hey Kanone... *whisper whisper whisper*
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Kanone: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT EVANGLINE HILBERT?!
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Kousuke: Hahahaaa! Your mother was a llama!
Kanone: If I wouldn't kill you, I'd beat you up here and now for saying that to my face!
(But actually, they never come to blows.)
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However, Kanone gets his revenge the next day...

Kousuke: Aaah! My missing rib? No! It must be...
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DUN DUN DUN
Knaone: *standing right behind him in his manly leapoard-sleepwear* Told you you'd be sorry.
(Actually what he does is he starts talking to him when Kousuke's making waffles and makes him burn his waffles.)
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Kanone: That was surprisingly easy... *evil smile* I hope Eyes saw that.
Eyes: *obliviously playing guitar in the background*
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I actually have a lot more, but these seem to be the highlights. So far at least. (There was a pretty epic and random RioXKanoneXEyes triangle going on for a while, but I didn't put it in here...)