A Safe Space for Moogles

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

( Yes, he's doing it on purpose. )

Today I had my Review at work. You know those dreams where you're about to take a test you haven't studied for? That's kind of how I felt going in. *still trying to untangle the knots in my stomach, argh*

...Turns out they love me and think I'm fabulous. ^_^ And apparently I'm going to get a small token raise, which I will not turn up my nose at! So after a couple of errands I took myself out to lunch to celebrate today. Om nom Pei Wei lettuce wraps. :DDD ...And I've gotten some writing done over the past couple of days, so bonus. For example, from last week's round of porn_battle:

Wheeljack/Perceptor: simple was best, but unbearably complex was a lot more fun. Rated R for robots. ;P

(I wanted to do an FFVII prompt as well, but everything I wrote kept coming out too near domestic abuse for comfort. :\ Maybe some other time.)

For (lj)vani_nessa, who bunnied me. And because I needed to cheer myself up.

( Energon Paint )

Yeah, okay, so I've had this image in my head for a while, and I had to write it down before it drove me insane. Cyclonus/Rodimus, rated R, 294 words, BDSM-ish themes.

( And no redeeming qualities. )

And now I voom, for it is past my bedtime.

So jlsigman has been posting one thing that makes her happy every day for 8 days and invited her flist to do the same, and since I wrote a followup fic for that Roddy/Galvatron awesomeness that (lj)vani_nessa wrote for me, today seems a good idea to take her up on that.

Day 1: The existance of Galvatron/Rodimus as a pairing makes me happy. I have a long history with it, encompassing both Joy and Drama, and it's made me some awesome friends. And it, uh, pushes all my buttons. ^_^;;;;

Title: Ghosts of Cybertron
Authors: raisedbymoogles and childofatlantis
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What with exorcisms, possession, and the occasional kidnapping, it's a wonder Rodimus Prime gets any work done. Especially with a ghostly Starscream making trouble around the base. But when the stirring of Cybertron's restless dead isn't limited to sarcastic ex-Seekers... Who you gonna call?

G1. Contains an assortment of pairings, general bot-sluttery, crack, humour, and Decepticon/Autobot... 'alliances'. And Starscream. Lots and lots of Starscream.

Notes:
Atalan: She started it, so it's all her fault. Except for the Skyfire/Silverbolt, I'll have to take the blame for that. Written entirely as a round-robin in comments on [info]raisedbymoogles's journal, containing every ship we could conceivably cram in there, and proving once more that Starscream is the Cybertronian bicycle, we proudly present 20,000 words of utter crack.
A quick note on relevant canon: we have basically ignored the end of season 3 and the events of the Hate Plague, so this can be considered AU.

Moogle: All my fault? Atalan wrote the majority of this monster, I just egged her on. ...Shamelessly, but. Look, it's twenty thousand words of crack pairings and Starscream being an utter slut machine, I dare any of you to resist that. You can't, can you? I didn't think so.

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So after drawing Galvatron kneeling to Roddy, Galvatron demanded equal time on the other end of things. Albeit reluctantly, I had to admit that it was only fair. Relationship of equals, despite appearances to the contrary, and all that.

...Except Galvatron can never do anything by half measures. ( *flings hands up in the air despairingly* )

To balance that out, here, have ( a chocobo chick. ) And, the puppy-girl from my recent dream, tentatively named Farran. ( All details subject to change, except for her hair & puppy parts. I like those. )

My subconscious is evolving a bit. I've reached the point in my dreams where I know I'm dreaming on some level and can control the physics somewhat - mostly flying and that sort of thing. What I can't do is wake up in the middle of a dream, because I get invested in the storyline and have to see it through to the end. I wind up sleeping through my alarm and having Mom shake me awake a half an hour later. XD

Today there were a couple of harvest festivals in the area, and I went out with a sweater on and I was still cold. Sigh... Indian summer's over, I guess. (One step closer to my birthday though.)

And, since the image wouldn't leave me alone: ( A Galvatron & Rodimus skibble. Slash if you're so inclined. )

So I've been very firmly Not Allowed to angst about all the fic I should be writing until after I graduate, but I had some time and thinkyness left to spare today so I decided to sit down and do this one. And I'm alarmed at how quickly it poured out - maybe I've gotten to used to my OT4. XD

...Post about real-world stuff coming up, I promise. I just wanted to get this out there first.

Title: Three Scenes from a Mental Hospital
Wordcount: 1028
Content Warning: Sex, violence and other silliness. Galvatron/Rodimus, implied Galvatron/Cyclonus. Definitely NSFW.
Author's Notes: With her permission, a continuation of The 10th Sex by lookingforsigns.

( The mighty leader... )

...but I read a fic that promised me Galvatron/Rodimus and then only gave me about a sentence of it, and Galvatron peeked over my shoulder and was like "That's unacceptable!"

And I was like, "Inorite."

And he was like, "You, flesh creature! Write me!"

And I was like, "...argh."

Therefore, don't blame me for this. Blame Galvatron. Untitled ficbit, PG-ish, Galvatron has a Roddy in his bed.

( Though nothing had changed... )