kokoro no yoroi

I thought I was gonna hafta hang up my yaoi writer hat, honestly. But! The Advent Calendar entry for the 15th is decidedly not work-safe.

( and if you don't want spoilers about what it is, don't click here. )

darthneko showed us this, and I couldn't help capping it into a million icons. Sorry I got a bunch of some people and not a lot of others, it was all about hitting the right pause and I'm not super at that. ^^;

( hit it, boys )

I admit, I'm really pleased about today's advent calendar page. In many ways it's because I whipped it up at 9 at night after wrapping presents and going shopping, too. Certain lucky people coming up for a visit today will get to eat the samples. ♥ (eider is responsible for the letter. :D)

Yesterday's door was actually something I started for last christmas, and I'm really glad to have it done at last, though I did rush it just a bit. ^^;

Now I must go and make the place presentable for aforementioned company. My sewing corner looks like it was hit by a long series of laundry and doll costumes. (Because it was.)

I've been remiss in my news posting and comments, but the advent calendar has been updating apace! There's been fic from me and from eider (KH2 and AJ:AA, respectively) as well as some art from me of a darling little pageant angel that you by no means want in your nativity. And I have it on good authority that tomorrow's door will go live here in just a very few minutes, also something from me!

Hope you're enjoying it! And that the Lost Chocobos don't leave you too hung over. ♥

Door 5 is open! I hope you find something tasty and celebratory (or at least fun to read.)

The second door is open! ^_^

http://www.odessacastle.org/fic/xmas.html

If you haven't hit up the Advent Calendar yet, the first door opened today!

( here it is! )

eider has already posted and I've posted on y!gallery, but I want to cover all bases! It's been a long time, but tis the season and we couldn't resist! Proudly presenting the Odessa Castle Advent Calendar 2009!

For those who might not remember the old bishink calendars, each number on the image will go live with a holiday treat on the corresponding day, starting December 1st and going right up through December 24th. What will be behind each door? Festive Fanfic? Frosty Fanart? Other Holiday goodies? Check in every day to find out!

But you don't have to wait until tomorrow to get started. We've also compiled a list of the best of Christmases Past to tide you over in the meantime.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and enjoy our smorgasbord of yuletide treats!

Headspace. Bar. Late evening.

( do I even remember how to work one of these things? )

Last night I wanted to play some game. Something cool and awesome! Something that would make me write fanfic! something with characters I could love and worlds I could devour and details to sniff out and tiny fiddly gameplay and oh, everything. But I looked at all the games we had and realized that what I didn't want was a replay. No matter how old and dear (and they are all very dear) I did not want to take the SeeD exam again, or march in the ShinRa parade, or jump up and down Babel tower.

I was put-out, to say the least.

Until Joy checked in the proverbial biscuit barrel and declared that we might, maybe, have $40 worth of fun-money left from weekly budgeting.

which just so happens to be the going price these days for a copy of Dissidia.

Of gameplay plot etc, I will say nothing, only that it really isn't well-suited to the PSP, and should have been a real console game. (Joy says this makes me sound old. I think it makes me sound like someone with very cramped thumbs.) It is very much gorgeous and frustrating by turns.

But it's worth it all for the feeling of walking up on a Sunday morning and knowing you have to get to a word file right now.

Cloud and Squall, doing what Cloud and Squall do best. No spoilers, but a few fond and wistful references to my first Final Fantasy slashfic ever. Assuredly not work safe.

Very rough-cut, and I will clean it for y! posting once I've played more than one tiny fraction of the game, so I can make sure I don't have any contradictions. Dispensers of spoilers in the comments will be shot at dawn.

( Trading Blows )

for your consideration:



Restored, and lacking a number of tertiary elements like shrines, dollstuff, advent calendar pages, fanart, and a few select stories which we stuffed in black plastic bags and buried in an undisclosed location, never to be seen again.

It will sit as it is; we're done with it. It's a slice of time, and a good one, but we've got other things to do. Now that we've cleaned it up, we can leave it alone.

And I need not be ashamed, praised be god, so long as your majesty is an honest man.

Not only have I just uploaded some more fic to y-gallery, but I also made a big fancy graphic to go with it.

( lookitlookit! )

We've gotten a lot of emails about our old fic. Until we sort out what to post again and what to keep buried in the basement forever, we've got a y-gallery club for Bishonenink fic.

Comment on the profile with any old fic you'd like to see posted again. ^_^ If it's horrible terrible sticky ghastly YYH fic, I eeeeh, can't promise anything, but as long as it doesn't make me want to move to Tunisia and take up a career as a goat, it's likely to be posted again.

Please spread the word on this one, guys, I'm no longer in the usual channels and I think, astonishingly enough, people might actually want to know about it.

When I was a kid, my elementary school had a tiny supply store in a spare closet next to the gymnasium. It was stocked with pop-point pencils and shaped erasers and those little plastic fruits full of flavored sugar, and it was open for a little bit in the morning and afternoon. There would be an afternoon run made by one lucky member of the classroom, to purchase delights from the fantastic smorgasbord.

Once, in third grade, when I was allowed to go up by myself, I spent fifty cents (an outrageous sum) for a simple file folder with a handsome rock star on it. It was a daring thing to do, really, because he was black. I grew up in a tiny town in the mountains of Kentucky. There were no black kids in my class. There were, in fact, only four or five black kids in the whole of my school. Even then, there was music they listened to and music we listened to, that line had not blurred yet. But it was about to, and the man who did it was the one smiling coyly out from my file folder, dancing in the videos that showed on our brand-new cablebox MTV. Michael Jackson. I think the folder cover had an image from thriller, but on the inside he had on a white suit. He looked so cool, lording over my spelling worksheets and math quizzes. At school talent shows there was lip synching to "we are the world" and "beat it." Every boy in my class wanted a studded red leather asymmetrical zip jacket. None of us could manage to moonwalk even a little bit, though we tried every recess on the parking-lot asphalt.

But I grew older, and his life grew sadder. By the time I got to Epcot to see Captain EO it was already a relic of the Michael that had been, the simple storyline a candy-coated version of the same things he had done in the music industry. He summoned dark, sad creatures out of their husks, he dressed them in rainbows, he taught them to dance.

And he could dance. He could always dance.

People might think that his crazy life will be his legacy, and will overtake that fact. But I know where his legacy is, and it is right here.

These kids are all too young to remember Michael Jackson the way I do, and the same goes for most of their fans. By the time they noticed him, he was already an eccentric star, neck-deep in scandal and tabloid covers. But watch them dance, and listen to them sing. They know Michael Jackson just like I did. And in them, and those after them, that is where he will endure. In motion, in music, in memory.

Who wants some cheezy wedding fic? that's right, you do!

ahahaha the worst of it is, I'm not even ashamed a little bit.

eider and I are trying to shift our tactics, in the interest of trying to figure out how to have fun on the internet again. In that course there is this:

http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/club/8339/

We will be posting original stories and relevant art here, with what I hope is regularity. It will contain stories designed especially for y!gallery, and for once it'll be writing of mine that you can talk about publicly as soon as you read it. >_> I don't really expect it to take off for a bit, but it's an outlet we both seriously need.

I've only got one chapter of a story up there now, and it's pretty rusty even after being cleaned, since it's a very old premise. I ran out of pre-existing prose before the end of the chapter though, so further installments, I hope, will not be so fudgey.

tl;dr: we made a club. It is full of handsome boys and indulgent shippy-ness and porn. Your support would be met with gratitude and also a massive uptick in how much stuff we produce for you to read there.

HAY I MADED SOME ARTS.

http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/560839/

Not terribly work safe, for all that I DREW it at work. >_> aheh. Which explains why when I drew him I did him with THE WRONG DANG EYEBALL MISSING I swear I can't believe that. Guardian Angels has the wrong profile pic of him up and I thought it was a little odd but I checked there and yeah. grrft. But it's flipped now, and still looks sorta okay I think.

the last submission to the y!gallery xenogears club was in July of last year, so I had to do something. Next maybe I will draw Billy! But if my backwards trend continues, that big green bow might wind up on his ass.

Dear Dreamwidth:

Hey, thanks so much for turning my entire friendslist into a fucking wasteland.

Yeah, that's real awesome. Thanks a fucking ton.

no love and plz DIAF,

Me.

...there are piratey lawyerthings going on over in courtroomdance. I'm just sayin'.

I couldn't find a place that was the PW:AA fandom I wanted, so I made one.

courtroomdance

please join, and encourage others to do the same.