A Safe Space for Moogles

Let's do this meme. Inspired by (lj)beckyh2112, but tweaked a bit owing to my circumstances.

So here's the thing. Starting Friday and lasting for at least two weeks, my Internet access will be rather sporadic if not altogether nonexistent. Of course, it would be cruel to leave you all moogle-deprived for so long. So, let's play a game! Behind the cut is a list of prompts from the Transformers Kink Meme that I found Intriguing. Your job, should you choose to accept it, will be to choose one of those prompts (or choose one more to your liking) and write me some Smut. Can be as short or long as you like. After you craft your masterpiece, you may choose another prompt from the list (either mine or from somewhere else) that you want me to write, and I will do so to the best of my ability once I get settled in my Final Destination.

This will be conducted in porn_battle rules*. Multiple people may write the same prompts, and one person may write as many fics as they like. The only caveat I ask is that you try not to claim the same prompt more than once for me to write, for obvious reasons.

And now, without further delay: ( The Prompts! )

*Also, porn_battle is going on now. Go participate!

Today in therapy my psychologist took me through some simple meditation.

I'd done stuff like it before, during Renfest rehearsals specifically, but it was mostly visualization techniques and anyway that's a place I don't want to go back to right now. This was very basic: focusing on the breath. It's... surprisingly difficult. It doesn't feel natural to me to focus on how I'm breathing, because I keep wanting to try to breathe deeper, slower, more in the belly, and trying to force your breath to do that kind of hurts after a while. My psychologist said that's normal, and that I'd get better with practice, which was encouraging.

While doing this, I also started noticing how tense my body was in places. My legs, then my arms where I had my elbows on the armrests - like I was straining to hold myself up even though the chair had a back. I managed to relax them with some effort - not, I admit, the point of the exercise, but it felt like the thing to do - and toward the end of the meditation, I actually felt something. Like om. That's the best I can explain it. I know it sounds weird, but I wasn't even looking for it, it just came to me.

...This is going to be an interesting journey.

In other news, my parents have officially bought a house. It's in northern Virginia, I don't remember exactly where, but it's close enough to Washington to make little difference. (I would've preferred Maryland, given my druthers, but it's their house.) I've seen pictures of it. It's very nice, quite huge (vacuuming is going to be a pain in the butt), and the backyard has an honest-to-goodness koi pond. With actual koi in it. :O

There's also two guests rooms which Mom is making noises about putting me in, and a finished basement with a projector screen. It all sounds lovely, but... I dunno how much I'm going to enjoy it. I'll be too focused on finally moving out of my parents.

Lastly, a memething from (lj)lighttomoyo:

( I'm afraid of 19 out of 72 common fears. )

From wrongly_amused:

Comment with a sentence from one of my fanfictions. Without looking, I have to try and guess which fic of mine the sentence is from. If I fail, the challenger wins a drabble request. Post this in your own journal and let me challenge you!

Also, a bit of Fluffiroth, because he's been making cow eyes at me. ( In which Seph has been told that he has chocobo pox. )

EDIT: I caught part of a documentary on the evolution of sex in humans, and at the end credits it showed (of course, how else do you end these things) a sperm fertilizing an egg. "Thus begins a nine-month-long odyssey that ends in a miracle..." said the narrator. ...And then we cut to How It's Made, which basically takes you inside factories. AT FIRST I WAS LIEK o_O - AND THEN I LOL'D. Oh, Discovery Channel. I swear you do these ironic juxtapositions on purpose.

Go here. Keep refreshing until you've collected five quotes that really resonate with you, then post 'em to your journal.

(I posted six, because I couldn't in good conscience delete the last one. ;) )

I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues.
- Duke Ellington (1899 - 1974)

Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow."
- Mary Anne Radmacher

Do not fear death so much, but rather the inadequate life.
- Bertolt Brecht (1898 - 1956), The Mother, 1932

Everyone has it in them to be an artist. No matter what you pursue in life you can still express your own unique artistic vision. And that is the most important thing to do. It doesn't matter what those around you think or say about your art, what matters is to just go through the process of creating. It's only within that process that you can understand.
- Viggo Mortensen

But my dear man, reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.
- Alan Watts

Whatever else can be said about sex, it cannot be called a dignified performance.
- Helen Lawrenson

In other news, spring break starts tomorrow. Whee! :D

I don't know what possessed me to choose the vibrator box as my package redesign. I'm trying to make it nice and tasteful, but my mind keeps defaulting to yonic imagery. (Oddly, phallic imagery is a lot easier - there's a lot of man-made structures that, well, you know. For the girly-bits I keep coming up with flowers and more organic shapes.) Also, there's a note in my thumbnails reminding me that I'm not allowed to do anything with tentacles. The fact that I even need that warning worries me.

In the same vein:


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Ehehehehe. ^_^ I wonder how much of a price drop there would be if I was to take up cuddle-sluttery? As a vocation, I mean. Right now it's just a very aggressively-pursued hobby.

( Also - you don't need to know German to get yourself a bunch of teeny little icons, but it helps. )

EDIT: EGM's review of Crisis Core makes me wibble and want a PSP. Actually, no - it makes me wish CC was ported to the DS, as I can't justify dropping two hundred bucks plus for just one game. *shakeshakes Squeenix* GIMME.

Someone's imported the testify meme to IJ. My thread is here, because, as you all know, I am an attention whore. ^_^ So go participate, yes?

Also, Sephiroth sings about a subject that's very close to his heart.

Gonna see Obama, gonna see Obama... *dances* ^_^ I'm so excited. I'm gonna be a part of the political process! :D *is dork*

Also, this from apprentice_lurk, because I can never have too much Stuff To Write:

Ask any of my fan [or original] characters a question and I'll reply in-character as them with an answer. Characters that I play in RPGs count, too. Feel free to ask them ANYTHING, regardless of whether you know them or not. Feel free to also ask them as your own character. They will respond accordingly. Ask as many as you please - this is an interview, and you can find out as many dirty secrets as you need to.

It's snowing again.

It's been snowing off and on since, oh, Tuesday night. Everything's got that pristine cake-frosting look right now, where you forget how messy snow can be when you actually have to slog through it or when it turns to sludge after enough people drive over it. I'd feel guilty about not going out and playing in it - hell, my next move will be to New Mexico for all I know (please God no - I'm sure it's lovely but I just cannot handle scorpions) - but today I made a snow bunny. That's plenty to let the winter pass without regrets.

Right now my dream job is to work quality assurance at a sex toy factory.

( And now that I've blown your minds, a meme. )

It's been fandom dream after fandom dream lately.

First there was the one where I was in the Slums under Midgar, which was under siege by the Heartless. But that was okay, because Zack was there and he was looking out for me. I felt so secure that I could go shopping in Wall Market without worrying about getting my heart eaten. I got a nifty weapon-carrying belt. ^_^

Number two involved being mooglenapped by Beast Wars Megatron. I think it was sort of a hostage situation, since he wasn't doing me any mischief - mostly we just snarked at each other and he allowed me the run of a backyard with a pool. Then for some reason the pool got a whirlpool in it, and I had to find my way to freedom through there.

Then this afternoon was sort of a Kingdom Hearts/Lion King thing. Except it was in a factory facility with all these animals trapped in captivity everywhere. I was running around as a lion cub freeing everyone, and eventually I hooked up with Simba and Riku to go after the Bad Guys. I think a spaceship may have been involved.

That last dream may have been partly the fault of the raspberry martini I had during Mom's birthday dinner. (She adored the scarf I got her, yay! ^_^) Normally I only drink if I know I don't have to drive anywhere anytime soon, but I figured my parents would be able to tell if I was too impaired to drive home afterwards. As it was, Mom had us walk around a bit after lunch, which put me in the perfect place to get absolutely drenched by the rain right as I got to my car. XP That'll sober you right the hell up.

On the way home I saw a rainbow. :D

Also, I found a Spider-man book by Jim Butcher. MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN, I swear to God. *hearts the Holy Grail of Snark*

Anyhoo, a quizlet:



...Hee. ^_^ I also has Five Questions. Comment if you'd like some if your own - you know the drill.

multiclassgeek

( And go! )


thorne_scratch

( And go! )

Really need to make a new layout.

I have these sudden, overpowering urges toward sarcasm lately. Like, kinda-mean sarcasm, which is a little out of character for me. And maybe not the right place, as in a comm I'm modding and don't want to scare people away from. (Though I still don't think it's the right place for such broad fic reqs - dude, if all you want is one character? It's called The Internet.) I think my inner supervillain is restless. I can't wait for my volunteering to start up in earnest, I really need to do something.

It's not exactly limited to the Internet, but I've gotten way too used to the blogging culture - I keep wanting to carry around a Post-It pad and use it to respond to some of the stupider bumper stickers I see in parking lots.

( And so, a quizthing. For no reason. )

Mostly I just wanted another excuse to bitch about having to get up early.

( 30 Questions, from squigglz. )

Stolen from darkfire_blade.

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?

So, here's how it works:

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool... and a lot of the songs fit with the setting

( My results. I think I got Lucrecia's life story by mistake... )

Also... oh, what the hell. Give me a random number between 1 and 788. (A random whole number, before you smartasses get any ideas.)

Eeeee! *yayflail* Don't expect to see much of me this weekend, for I will be having a fabulous time with my fellow geeks. ^_^ And probably causing no end of chaos, like we do.

A couple links to keep you busy while I'm gone:

LookPink.com - each search raises funds for breast cancer research. Save the ta-tas!

"Little Creature" by Ursula Vernon - I need to crochet a Little Creature plushie. It's just unavoidable.

Also, a meme, from trollprincess: Please comment with something you think I should do or try to do in 2008. Big or small, silly or earth-changing. I can't wait to see what you crazy people come up with. ;P

...this just in, I am five. :3 Snoooooow! And it's supposed to snow again tonight. Although that'll make getting to school tomorrow morning tricky... normally I wouldn't mind but it's getting down to the wire, final-project-wise. I may be spending some extra time at school next Tuesday and Thursday.

Anyway! I has pictures of the mooglehouse-and-surrounding-area. Enjoy.

Wednesday morning, on my way out the door, our Peanuts characters. Dad made those when I was in elementary school and they've been a regular staple of our Christmas display ever since. Along with speakers that play the Charlie Brown Christmas score. Which is pretty much what comes to mind when I think "home."
That afternoon, peering down the street.
My favorite tree. I'm pretty sure there's a consciousness there.
Another tree, all snowy branches and prettiness.
Cloudy, dramatic sky. If I had Photoshop at home I could color-correct this. Eh, I kinda like it anyway.
Mom's holiday plant arrangement.
Our Japanese fishing float, covered in snow.
The Peanuts crew again, this time at night.
A focus on Snoopy's doghouse..
And mooglehouse, from a different area.

And, since I'm running low on inspiration tonight, ( The Alphabet Drabble Meme )

From icedark_elf:

Let me know why you have me friended, and how you found me, and request a drabble. I'll write it for you in reply.

So sue me, I'm fishing for compliments. ;)

After a narrow escape from Navy recruiters this morning, I spent pretty much all day working on my Halloween costume (which I'll probably only wear on Saturday to The Rocky Horror Picture Show). The concept? A pirate catgirl. Because on Halloween, you can be any damn thing you want.

Yes, there will be pictures. You in the back, sit down.

Also, I did a meme. This is stolen from lycaonvulpes: ( Fandom and Getting Laid! )

This is from lonescorpion:

Write a personals ad for yourself. Rules:
1) It has to make you sound as unappealing as possible
2) It has to be honest - you can't lie at all
3) It can't sound as though you're deliberately making yourself sound unappealing.
4) Assume that you are single or otherwise available/looking, even if you are very much not.

Emotionally stunted SWF, 22, seeks sugar mama and/or daddy with which to share geekish pursuits and cuddle-sluttery. Be prepared to finance my addictions to books, toys, yarn, and attention. Sex drive optional; other SO's okay with full disclosure. Please reply with finance record and shirt size.

Also, I find it fantastically entertaining (in the "kill me now" sense) that I come home from Renfest (you know, where I'm outside upwards of ten hours a day?) with nary an insect bite to my name, but come home from my supposedly-indoor retail job with my ankles all mosquito-bitten to hell thanks to my boss's insistence to leave all the doors wiiiiide open instead of, oh, turning on the damn air conditioner. AAAAARGH. *itch itch scratch scratch*

Yes, I'm getting all my work-bitchery out of my system before I start my new job. Lemme alone. ;P

Because, you know, I never do memes unless I'm told to, being totally not an attention whore at all. ;)

( From guiltyred, the Four Things Meme! )

Also, because I can never get enough of telling you all how dumb I am, a funny story about how I almost got caught with my hand in the Internet cookie jar at work again. ( So I was writing tentacle porn when... )

Not much on content, but it sure is purdy.

Oh, WebDev class. You may be boring and slow, but you let me play in Photoshop. And since this is basically my final project and I'm three weeks ahead of schedule, I'm tempted to make a home page for Flowerverse. (It has a fandom before it's even written! You can't imagine how much this warms my heart.) Or maybe I'll make a web page for my wingthing. She's already got her own tag on LJ, it's only a matter of time before she meta's anyway. XD

Also... the Five Questions meme! It's baaaaaa-aaack! >D These are from my dear navigatorsghost. ( Muahahahaha! )

...if she can be brave enough to post this, then so can I. *stubborn*

*...hides so much*

( All about past relationships. Yaaaaay! )