A Safe Space for Moogles

Seph/Zack/Cloud, pregame smut. :D As requested by ardwynna.

( Yes, he's doing it on purpose. )

( FF7 dream, starring Sephiroth, me, and probably my abandonment issues. )

...I like to think that afterwards, there were Wingcuddles.

My scanner's still not working, but fortunately, Dad has a shiny working scanner upstairs. Unfortunately, it made my tentacle!Roddy skibble ug-ly and I'm not going to re-scan it tonight. I'll get it up tomorrow.

( So here are two others to hold you over 'til then. )

I'm getting back into the writing groove again. Slowly. In fits and starts. Clearly my writerbrain runs on diesel.

Have a silly short thing, kind of an omake to Myths Jamie and Adam Never Busted. ( In which Optimus is introduced to America's national pastime... no, the other one. )

I've also written a couple of other short things in various places. I'm mostly linking them here so I remember to throw them onto DW at some point.
FFVII AU with tentacles, birthday fic for chibirisuchan.
Megatron/Sam for porn_battle, also with tentacles and holy shit I just picked up on that theme. Ahahaha, I are the dumb. Also, this fic is decidedly non-con and Not At All Right, so.

Also, someone please please MST this. It's got it all: mpreg, gratuitous rape, OOC, Oh The Drama, terrible grammar and spelling errors and some srsly bad writing. The worst part is, I could really go for some crack like this if it was only written well. XD

No sooner do I overcome my common sense and express interest in becoming a writer for GirlGamer.com, than I get an email inviting me to a Power Rangers RP. And it's one that I was contemplating before, so I already have a character in mind, but oh god I can't take on even one more thing. Let alone two. My brain, you guys. My poor braaaaiiiin. ;_;

...speaking of my poor brain and being stretched thin. I don't have either springkink fic written that's due tomorrow, and I need to go to bed soon 'cause I have work at seven AM tomorrow. I... think at least one's gonna be late. *whimperthud*

( Aaaand some fandom-related angstmongering, just to round things out. )

/whine

So there are big tanks full of green liquid in Team Galactic Headquarters in Pokemon Diamond. My brain, of course, went straight to 'Mako tubes' and now I'm picturing a Pokemon!Sephiroth running around in a cloud of Mewtwo-like angst. It doesn't help that I already have a bitty Pokemon-trainer OC in my head, yo.

The enemy SEPHIROTH used SKEWER!

A critical hit!

AERIS fainted!


---------or---------


FANGIRL used SLASH!

It's super effective!



In other news, springkink is going swimmingly. I'll troll shamelessly for comments later. >_>

Last night I dreamed I was searching for materials to cosplay as Sephiroth.

Which I would totally do, if it wasn't for two minor logistical problems, a.k.a. my breasts.

Sephiroth's kind of been all over the internet lately. I guess he got tired of waiting.

Title: On Broken Wings
Rating: PG, gen for now, though I make no promises as to later chapters
Word Count: 4261
Previous Chapter: Prologue, Chapter 1

( Shera called Sephiroth away from the window... )

FF7/Transformers ficbit, for no particular reason.

( I thought they'd get along. Er, in their own special way. )

Thanks for cheering me up, everyone. I'm sorry I worried you. I'm not going anywhere, I promise - if nothing else, it'd be rude to saddle my parents with my student loans. ;P Anyway, I'm okay now. Mostly. More or less. ...look, I wrote ficlets, I can't be that far gone.

Also, there's a fluffy puppy at work. It's hard to be sad with a puppy.


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( In which Kairi and Optimus Primal are Cute. )



( In which Leonardo and Cloud stretch the limits of phallic metaphor. )

Please direct all lynchings in stopthatgirl7's direction. Because this is all. Her. Fault.



That is all.

I know I'm spamming, but I have to write this down before it disappears again. I think I have a theory as to what happened to FF7's world in Kingdom Hearts.

So, when Cloud gives Sephiroth the Black Materia in the Crater? That right there is when their world went to The Darkness. Rather than summon Meteor, Sephiroth summoned the Heartless and Cloud was right in the middle of it with his mind shattered: hence the wing, the meeting up with Hades, and the constant 'guilt guilt angst angst' mode he's in. (More so than he usually is, I mean.)

The problem with this, of course, is that Aeris was already an ex-Aeris by then, so here's where my theory skews a little AU: at the Temple of the Ancients, when Cloud freaks out and hands over the Black Materia and then attacks Aeris? I think Sephiroth was already half-gone to the Heartless by then, because basically Cloud keeps Aeris from running off on her own by injuring her too badly to travel. Guilt guilt, angst angst.

This is a fine note to be going to bed on. *headdesk*

I woke up about two hours ago with a serious case of the unfocused jumpies. Why can't I be this alert during the day, you guys? ;_;

Ah well. Might as well get some writing done, as long as I'm up. I've made a start on my first kinkfest prompt. (This song, by the way. It's not really an Aeris-song, but parts of it pinged me for her post-Nibelheim.*)

*By the way, I've been pronouncing it "Ny-bel" rather than "Nee-bel" all this time. I heard Sephiroth pronounce it correctly in a CC clip, but it still sounds weird to me. Neeble neeble neeble. Heh. ...I think the lack of sleep is starting to catch up with me.

--- HOLY SHIT SPIDER just went rappelling right past my face. So much for sleeping. o_o

It's just that I have a lot of pictures to upload, and my computer tends to make that process more of a pain in the ass than it needs to be. So I'm putting it off. -_-

In the meantime: SHINY. Hmm, costume refs to boot. Though looking at that I think I'm going to have to be verrrrry careful with my right hand, or make the cannon detachable. Otherwise I'm going to knock something over. XD ...Oh, take me, you sexy beast you.

EDIT: Because we were bored, 'Boots and I came up with a cast list for a live-action FF7. ( Here's the fruits of our labor, and I do mean fruits. )

Percyplush update: the legs are attached, after some hemming and hawing over what size to make his butt. Still to do: assemble the arms (about halfway done), make the scope, and add the face and other detailing. No further injuries have been sustained at this time.

I may knock off soon, though, 'cause apparently I am about to give birth. To a velociraptor.

Also, for those who were wondering: deepbluesquee has made it safely to New York as of this afternoon.

EDIT: ( Okay, I lied. )

First: How cute is this? TRANSFORMING ROLLER, U GUYZ. (okay, they call him Rollar, but screw that.) I want to pick him up and hug him.

Second: Added another plotbunny to my hutch. I want to write what happened during Roddy's little playdate with the Decepticons in (lj)childofatlantis's and my round robot. (No, it wasn't sex. Exclusively.) >_> Look, I'm getting some really pretty images, all right? Leave me alone.

Third, related: I have got to get some priorities straightened out on my writing. If nothing else, if I don't get back in the saddle with TF/Mythbusters soon the series will end before I finish the damn thing.

Fourth, further to above: I may not have a choice right now. Fluffiroth-angst, it compels me.

Fifth, possibly affected by above: I could use a job. Barring that, a hug and someone telling me that I'm not doomed to live in my parents' basement forever.

Sixth, apropos of probably nothing: I first got this song (warning, Axel/Roxas shounen-ai pix set to it- look, just put it in another tab and listen) as a Jenova-to-Sephiroth theme, so if you think of it in that way the lyrics are really disturbing, but oh my lord it's such a beautiful song. If I had that in my head I'm not so sure I wouldn't follow it either.

Seventh, apropos of yesterday: I really need to stop accepting the free samples they wave at you in mall food courts. That's how they hook you. Five minutes later you're sitting down with a plateful of chicken and limp, under-flavored noodles and thinking, "welp, there goes another year of my life to cholesterol poisoning." God, chinese food is crack. -_-

Eighth, speaking of crack: there was a D.A.R.E. booth set up outside of Michael's today. I appreciate what they're trying to do and all, but guys, Hasbro got to me long before you did.

I had an interesting time today with my mom's family (cousin's being shipped to Afghanistan; put in a good word for him with your deity of choice if you've got a spare moment), but blogging about that will have to wait. My 'kick some ass' button is being pressed.

Brief overview and link roundup: a woman in the American military was brutally raped and murdered, and the investigation was halted and ruled a suicide. The mainstream media remains quiet on the subject.

Your Congressperson ought to be notified, but honestly I think it would be more productive to notify John Stewart.

I read this post first thing this morning, and it was like a shot of homicidal rage straight to the heart. Better than drugs, I swear. Anyway, it may have been the early hour or my tendency toward escapism, but I found myself thinking, "General Sephiroth would not stand for this shit." (Pre-Nibelheim Seph, obviously. Although I'd like to think crazy!Seph would dismember those responsible too.) And so, I wrote this. Changed the name of the lady in question, but basically it's the same situation picked up and dropped into Seph's lap.

( I'm channeling my agression into art. )

Ahem! First ficlet is a combination of several people's faults, including but not limited to chibirisuchan and seiberwing. FF7/Discworld crossover, Seph in the Library. No, not that Library, the other one.

( ...an organism that was apparently dead... )

And this one is entirely eponaharper's fault, for challenging me to do a fic with the words 'exorcism injury' in it. This is what came to mind. ;) Transformers, mid-S3.

( When he had a spare moment... )

Limp by Fiona Apple has a piano bit during the verses that sounds a lot like the unsettling music you hear when you're in the Shinra Tower. Just five notes, minor key (I think).

That's all. Carry on.

This was supposed to be a little longer, but I got tired of dawdling.

Title: On Broken Wings
Rating: PG, gen for now, though I make no promises as to later chapters
Word Count: 4378
Previous Chapter: Prologue

( He didn't know what he was doing here. )