Kink meme. I. I know.

The prompt was one line: Is there such a thing as justifiable murder?

Obituary
Star Trek XI; McCoy; gen.
450 words.

( Where does it hurt? )

More Star Trek stuff. Enormously unfinished. temple_viper, help meeeeee.

( 2100 words, nero/ayel, ffffff it never endssssss )

( 2100 words in a form that resembles a finished story, d'spal/nero )

Ah, life! Music. The little bones that hook together in my ear, all the better to swing close and tell me ... things. Haha, the word "cochlea".

( I'm going deaf in my left ear and I don't know why; here's some moaning and complaining and tentative optimism )

Ooo, but now you all have to come up with embarrassing nicknames you will use to refer to me when standing to my left, so that decades from now when my hearing is miraculously restored (or you become senile and are actually on my right side) I will say, "Have you seriously been calling me that for years?" and you will say, "Ahaha, yep." and then we will toast each other with prune juice (look I don't know how old we're going to be okay).

Another upside of this experience: the timing is somewhat decent, and now that I have before me an anti-musebox of secret and future lore, I may just be able to achieve my dream and RP a song. I got kicked out of the last game I ever applied for by doing that, haha. But come on, COME ON, I'm sick of seeing people anthropomophize everything but the most obviously energetic, personality-based, secretly-material immaterialities available to them.

I will have to forcibly prevent myself from being Propane Nightmares though, that guy would just be irritating.

Lalala, porn. It's feeling kind of bland, will spice and reheat later. Or not.

The Night Loop
Star Trek (2009); Nero/Ayel, blahblahblah
For this request.

( A dead city centre where no city stands )

Going through old fragments of Assassin's Creed fic. I think I miss my gory prose of yesteryear.

( Through The Mouth )

http://www.kattoo.de

Or iTunes or whatever.

I recommend Hang On To A Dream so hard that I don't even know what I'm doing right now. Is this looooooove? Actually no, it is wonderful weightless space music for the disillusioned. Which is even better really.

The Apocalypse Clock
Star Trek (2009)/Watchmen; Spock/Kirk, Manhattan/Veidt; slash, dub-con.
6000 words.
R for sex and some language.

Written for this anon at st_xi_kink, and it should be noted that much of this totally awesome concept was anon's invention. I worked some stuff in, but really you guys. Pilgrims from the kink meme, stay anonymous if you like; IP logging is always off!
Notes: Crossing movieverses primarily here. There are a couple of truly epic plotholes going on, b-but I can explain: time flies when you're having a good time. Also, I apologize for being such a dork.

( Tick tock! )

I am very very very very sick. Have the 3432030294th rewrite of that Iron Man/Iron Giant crossover I wanted to try. This is the first chapter; it has taken one year and yet it is bad. So bad. Why do I continue to love it? Please save me.

Radiant City
Iron Man/Watchmen/The Iron Giant; 1584 words, gen.

( Enjoy your adventures in nuclear fallout, boys )

I am attempting to design a Tailypo and even though it is going horrendously I shall not stop because, if I did, I would have to begin studying for an exam.

TAILYPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPO. \o/

(Why so Chicago, Lollapalooza?)

On Saturday, I had a headache. I do not get headaches, so I took Advil immediately. The headache got worse. I took another Advil, and then I started dyingyingyingying because it turns out I am allergic to ibuprofen! WHAT, EVASIVE ACTION. Dear fleshsuit: rejecting a basic painkiller with pain is a terrible idea.

Somewhere in the midst of realizing why my vital organs were falling out, I was also informed by my sister that I would be escorting her to Kool Haus on May 5 for the AP Tour. All-ages pop rock. At a club. I found it kind of funny then, and it's still funny now.

But. I have an interview at the museum tomorrow! All of that has fallen together serendipitously (TYPING LARGE WORDS ON THE INTERNUTS, LIKE A BOSS), because the curator I spoke to made it clear that the interview is more of a "We get to see you, and you get to see the work, and if everyone likes what they see, you've got the position" so that is delicious. I have not yet thanked the people who gave encouragement or advised de-stressing; but I will! For now, a general thankssssss.

Also, oddly, I'm falling back into all-time favourite fandoms. Ocarina of Time, Hellboy, He-Man, etc. That's probably what really settled my nerves. This movie helped too; I rewatched it and immediately started tearing through my backup files. Found some Cyberpunk 2020 logs in there, a-jub-jub-jub. I wish I still knew how to waste time so vehemently.

WHOA.

I haven't drawn this character in ages because she was too difficult to handle (actually has a face, ahahaha) and she just threw herself at me BAM in the space of a few minutes. H-hello, Malachy, how I have missed thee.

Apologies for really crappy not-even-remotely-finished screencap. Am just so ecksssssssssited!

Monster Mummies of Japan @ Pink Tentacle. (Behold these old, desiccated dead things; or more to the point, if you do not like that kind of thing, pls feel free to ... not.)

I particularly like the Yuzanji temple Raiju, fssssh. ♥

I'm sorry, did I just read an entire newspaper article about Doctor Manhattan's junk?

( I think I did. )

FFFFFFFFFFF, THIS SONG, VEEEVAAAA ... LESSSS VAY-GAY-ESSSSSSSSS.

It's not exactly the reason why I finally bought Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, but it's exactly why I bought F&LiLV. The book, not the movie. I actually kind of refuse to see the movie because I'm getting sick of Johnny Depp, but I'm currently in the process of getting the movie, so uh.

( Mai favooreetu part so far )

As an afterthought: I need Koei to start confirming stuff about Samurai Warriors 3. Why should I have to wait at all for this turd, I can't even. If Kotaro's skin isn't purple anymore, I will cry.

SUCCESS.


So in a sudden, entirely unnerving fit of actually giving a crap, I dropped a class I thoroughly hated, studied 'til my bricks cracked (what does this even meeeean?) for a test in a class I enjoy (resulting in 92/100, nicely satisfying since my inner-overachiever has lain dormant for so long), and entertained some moderately interesting ideas for the next issue of imaginarybeasts. General feel-good moments. I should note here that being serial chillers with Leona and Sarah set the standard for this week, because Saturday was: ¡fantastico!

Another possible explanation for my good mood: I was lurking the revived KH anon meme and discovered that the last fic I wrote for kokanshu's kink meme (and actually managed to keep anonymous, cheesus christburger) is very over with a couple of people. LAWL. This is vitally important information, since I've been intending to fill at least two requests soon, but haven't ... well, you know, felt like it. Knowing that total strangers approve of my porn is an excellent motivator.

Having said that, here are some notes I've been keeping on various stories in the works because really, what else am I going to do at one in the morning? All of this is hilarious/unedited/etc.

( Assassin's Creed )

( Alien )

( Watchmen; this is really more of a drabble followed by ranting )

( And an original fragment that would otherwise never see the light of day )

1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. List and upload 5 songs that start with that letter.
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

moontyger gave me "O", so. ONWARD!

Black Moth Super Rainbow - One Flowery Sabbath
Laika & the Cosmonauts - Oahu Luau
Tiger Army - Outlaw Heart
Venetian Snares - Öngyilkos Vasárnap
Kasabian - Ovary Stripe

Honourable Mention:
Carl Orff - O Fortuna (But I haven't listened to it in ages, and do not have an .mp3 copy, and am too lazy to download/upload one.)

( January: An Artistic Representation )

I received my first testimonial today. February: SUPERIOR MONTH-MEAT, DAY ONE.

Turing Test
2001: A Space Odyssey, written for me in the Yuletide challenge.

If not for this story and the morning spent at home, yesterday would have been utter shit. In an effort not to think about it, I'm dwelling on how awesome the Raw/SmackDown supershow was. It was pretty awesome. BUT WHY WAS THERE SUCH A LACK OF EDGE IN THE RING? Gaw.

Am feeling pretty content in antisociality right now, and think I shall continue with it a little longer.

Try to survive the holidays, k.