[musepost] oh god it's late. and I'm tired.
November 19th, 2009
gigglyNovember 15th, 2009
[FFD fic] the boys are back in town
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 )
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 )
nerdyAugust 10th, 2009
bishonenink
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.
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.
relievedJune 29th, 2009
it's possible I'm entirely smug.
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! )
( lookitlookit! )
artisticJune 27th, 2009
Y-gallery Bishonenink club, taking requests for the dearly departed.
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.
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.
confusedJune 26th, 2009
shut fast your painted eyes
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.
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.
sadJune 25th, 2009
Someone singing "I love you"
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.
ahahaha the worst of it is, I'm not even ashamed a little bit.
giddyMay 30th, 2009
[open] to seek out new life and new civilizations
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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.
hopefulMay 27th, 2009
you may all make with the Devo jokes now.
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.
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.
May 25th, 2009
[open] love don't live here anymore
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.
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.
pissed offApril 30th, 2009
objection, ahoy
contentApril 25th, 2009
it had to be done, really.
I couldn't find a place that was the PW:AA fandom I wanted, so I made one.
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courtroomdance
please join, and encourage others to do the same.
courtroomdanceplease join, and encourage others to do the same.
dorkyApril 24th, 2009
STRICTLY COURTROOM DANCING
PHOENIX WRIGHT TAKARAZUKA DVD: GET.
:D :D :D :D :D :D
We're going to watch it again now, and take one drink whenever official PW merchandise is used as a prop. I'm pretty sure that's an Apollo Justice notepad Maya is using and I know that's the Godot mug.
:D :D :D :D :D :D
We're going to watch it again now, and take one drink whenever official PW merchandise is used as a prop. I'm pretty sure that's an Apollo Justice notepad Maya is using and I know that's the Godot mug.
ecstaticMarch 22nd, 2009
[fic - PW:AA] At the End of the Chase
Edgeworth in Paris, between games 1&2. Work-safe.
( There is nothing on earth that we share; it is either Valjean or Javert! )
( There is nothing on earth that we share; it is either Valjean or Javert! )
complacentMarch 2nd, 2009
[fic - ff7] Bizarre Love Triangle
Prompt: Zax/Cloud/Aerith discovering the permutations of love in the afternoon and how despite Cloud's low self-esteem three is NOT a crowd. ;__;
forfyredancer (and in memory of that diner in SanFran, y-con 2002, where we went with you guys, in our turk-suits. Where has the time gone?)
This was tricky, because I really never thought of those three ever, you know, crossing paths that way until actual game-time. But I think everybody had a good time with it. They might have had more of a good time, if I wasn't writing this at work. ^^; forcing it to be WS. Alas.
(NB for anyone just passing through: I don't follow awkward sequels/prequels or the ridonculous, ill-thought-out surnames that are spawned by them; the man was Zax Darklighter in my head long before square's soft-serve gackt machine urped out the name Zack Fair, and in my stuff, at least, that's how he stays. Conversely, I can't ever get the hang of typing Aerith, try as I might. ;_; And trust me, I have. There are no retconned Turks or spare Jenova clones here. Seek them and their benighted canon elsewhere. If I sound irritable, it's because squenix's sequel virus has forced me to put this disclaimer on every ff7 thing I write now; Zack is everybody's favorite boy even though most of them never played the first game and if they did, they were seven years old AND they missed his scenes; and yet I still don't have my action figure of the boy. Sheesh. It's enough to make anyone cranky. It's also enough to make them quit writing FF7 altogether. Which is just a damn shame, really, because I love him to the point of being kind of stupid, or at least to the point of writing long, hissy-fit disclaimers. SaD.)
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fyredancer (and in memory of that diner in SanFran, y-con 2002, where we went with you guys, in our turk-suits. Where has the time gone?) This was tricky, because I really never thought of those three ever, you know, crossing paths that way until actual game-time. But I think everybody had a good time with it. They might have had more of a good time, if I wasn't writing this at work. ^^; forcing it to be WS. Alas.
(NB for anyone just passing through: I don't follow awkward sequels/prequels or the ridonculous, ill-thought-out surnames that are spawned by them; the man was Zax Darklighter in my head long before square's soft-serve gackt machine urped out the name Zack Fair, and in my stuff, at least, that's how he stays. Conversely, I can't ever get the hang of typing Aerith, try as I might. ;_; And trust me, I have. There are no retconned Turks or spare Jenova clones here. Seek them and their benighted canon elsewhere. If I sound irritable, it's because squenix's sequel virus has forced me to put this disclaimer on every ff7 thing I write now; Zack is everybody's favorite boy even though most of them never played the first game and if they did, they were seven years old AND they missed his scenes; and yet I still don't have my action figure of the boy. Sheesh. It's enough to make anyone cranky. It's also enough to make them quit writing FF7 altogether. Which is just a damn shame, really, because I love him to the point of being kind of stupid, or at least to the point of writing long, hissy-fit disclaimers. SaD.)
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mischievous[fic - FF8] Escape
Drabbles, from Friday's requests! I will be filling them sporadically and posting them as I get them together. (Actually, eider will be posting for me.) Sorry, in advance, for the post-spamming on your lists. Still, the way it's been around here, I think we could all stand to see a little action.
Request: Squall and Zell, a wind blown overcast day in fall is there anyone out there 'cus it's getting harder and harder to breathe fordarthneko
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eider will be posting for me.) Sorry, in advance, for the post-spamming on your lists. Still, the way it's been around here, I think we could all stand to see a little action. Request: Squall and Zell, a wind blown overcast day in fall is there anyone out there 'cus it's getting harder and harder to breathe for
darthneko ( 810 words )
sleepyFebruary 27th, 2009
Drabble requests!
I am opening up requests for drabbles! All this afternoon and possibly next week, too. ^_^ I've been slogging through original projects and I'd love to be able to write something easy, and I miss fan characters. So as much as I'd be flattered, no OC requests, unless they are fan-based (i.e.: Reno's siblings).
So if you want to play, please give me a series, one or two characters, and a key for the drabble. Like a song lyric, or a day of the week with a weather report. For example, Phoenix & Edgeworth, an overcast Tuesday in March, an hour in the shower is the best that you've got.
I expect that most of my fandoms are pretty well known on this ickle flist, but basically, all Final Fantasies except for Ffonline/anime and anything retconned/sequeled. (Advent Children is good, but no other ff by-products or the characters in them; I haven't played them and probably won't.) Suikodens 1-3. Kingdom Hearts. Xenogears, natch. Vagrant Story. Certain obscure members of the Belmont family. The lawyers, of course. Loveless, Saiyuki, Weiß Kreuz, Ronin Warriors, Arslan, yadda yadda anime. I am not up on the new and shiny anything, except for how I'm gnawing holes in my desk waiting for Final Fantasy Dissidia.
I woke up this morning missing Squall Leonheart like burning; it was something about the weather. Requests for SOLDIERS and SeeDs may result in eight-page explosions. Do not concentrate and inhale. You must be as tall as Sora to ride. Void where prohibited; results may vary; contents may settle. Residents of Guam will need to answer a simple math question to qualify for prizes. GO.
So if you want to play, please give me a series, one or two characters, and a key for the drabble. Like a song lyric, or a day of the week with a weather report. For example, Phoenix & Edgeworth, an overcast Tuesday in March, an hour in the shower is the best that you've got.
I expect that most of my fandoms are pretty well known on this ickle flist, but basically, all Final Fantasies except for Ffonline/anime and anything retconned/sequeled. (Advent Children is good, but no other ff by-products or the characters in them; I haven't played them and probably won't.) Suikodens 1-3. Kingdom Hearts. Xenogears, natch. Vagrant Story. Certain obscure members of the Belmont family. The lawyers, of course. Loveless, Saiyuki, Weiß Kreuz, Ronin Warriors, Arslan, yadda yadda anime. I am not up on the new and shiny anything, except for how I'm gnawing holes in my desk waiting for Final Fantasy Dissidia.
I woke up this morning missing Squall Leonheart like burning; it was something about the weather. Requests for SOLDIERS and SeeDs may result in eight-page explosions. Do not concentrate and inhale. You must be as tall as Sora to ride. Void where prohibited; results may vary; contents may settle. Residents of Guam will need to answer a simple math question to qualify for prizes. GO.
December 24th, 2008
PW Fic -- Gifts
Man, cutting it close, here. NaNo ran into December (I finished my 70K+ draft uh, yesterday) so I didn't get a chance to do as much Christmas fic as I would like. I also no longer have access to IJ at work, so no posty for me until I got home. But this one is for eider, who really didn't ask for anything else except for some Christmas fic with lawyers in it. So I wrote some today.
Merry christmas, baby. And to everyone else, too. Have some nog on me.
Takes place the Christmas after AJ:AA. there really aren't any spoilers, but there is a bit of the gay, of course. Work-safe! <3
( Gifts: 3754 words )
eider, who really didn't ask for anything else except for some Christmas fic with lawyers in it. So I wrote some today.Merry christmas, baby. And to everyone else, too. Have some nog on me.
Takes place the Christmas after AJ:AA. there really aren't any spoilers, but there is a bit of the gay, of course. Work-safe! <3
( Gifts: 3754 words )
relaxedNovember 2nd, 2008
[fic - Apollo Justice] Second Guitar
Since I had a head start on my NaNo, I thought the best way to kick off my November would be to write 7,000 words.... of Apollo Justice pr0n.
Ah, well, word count is word count, right? I feel really rusty on this, but I hope it all comes out all right. Quite frankly, I'm tired of looking at it, and I can't do any more tweaking it at work, so here you go.
Klavier/Apollo, first time around. NSFW by any means. Spoilers for the whodunnit of case 3 of Apollo Justice.
( Second Guitar )
Ah, well, word count is word count, right? I feel really rusty on this, but I hope it all comes out all right. Quite frankly, I'm tired of looking at it, and I can't do any more tweaking it at work, so here you go.
Klavier/Apollo, first time around. NSFW by any means. Spoilers for the whodunnit of case 3 of Apollo Justice.
( Second Guitar )
tiredOctober 31st, 2008
[fic - Phoenix Wright] Foolish Mortals
ahahah, okay, clearly one Halloween fic is not enough for me. This one is worksafe, short, 99% spoiler free (I suppose there are spoilery hints about Edgeworth's childhood but that is all) and mostly just an excuse to shove Phoenix and Edgeworth into a doombuggy together.
Probably after the end of the fic they go around on the ride again and make out the second time. Then they all go to lunch in the castle. That's what I think anyway.
I only just dashed this out this morning, so it may be messy. Apologies to Disney Imagineering.
EDIT for a curiosity note I just found in the ride tour section of Doombuggies.com: By the way—if you were to check out some of the real books used as props from the Walt Disney World Haunted Mansion's library, you might be led to believe that a lawyer was haunting the halls. Among the titles of the law books that sits on the dusty shelves are Corpus Juris (which is translated to "The Body of Law") and Modern Legal Forms. There are also some medical books in the collection as well.
:D :D :D
Foolish Mortals
2,000 words
Worksafe
Happy Halloween (again!)
( This is a Dark Ride )
Probably after the end of the fic they go around on the ride again and make out the second time. Then they all go to lunch in the castle. That's what I think anyway.
I only just dashed this out this morning, so it may be messy. Apologies to Disney Imagineering.
EDIT for a curiosity note I just found in the ride tour section of Doombuggies.com: By the way—if you were to check out some of the real books used as props from the Walt Disney World Haunted Mansion's library, you might be led to believe that a lawyer was haunting the halls. Among the titles of the law books that sits on the dusty shelves are Corpus Juris (which is translated to "The Body of Law") and Modern Legal Forms. There are also some medical books in the collection as well.
:D :D :D
Foolish Mortals
2,000 words
Worksafe
Happy Halloween (again!)
( This is a Dark Ride )