A Safe Space for Moogles

Yes... yes.

Now I remember what it feels like. To see everything so clearly, what sparks are fanned into flame and what glorious conflagrations must follow. To feel the words flow from me like water, if I may mix my metaphors.

*embraces Optimus and Megatron and snuggles them close* Thank you, boys. ^_____^

Damn, I regret having to go to bed. Curse this weak human flesh of mine!

I gave myself a massive leg cramp playing Drop the Bomb on Standard mode. Aaaagh. *is still limping* It's my own fault, I was getting frustrated so I pushed myself too far. It feels like I'm getting weaker when I should be getting stronger. x_x

Whining over. Now for the fun stuff.

It took a while, but I promised you all a betentacle'd Roddy, didn't I? ;D That's Sideswipe and Sunstreaker in the background, btw, in case you can't tell.

"...Centuries later, the Autobot population would give him a new title of sorts: 'who mourns Decepticons,' roughly translated. What they didn't know was that he went to the crypts to visit one marker in particular."

And lastly: wtf?



I'm crossing the Lifestreams! XDDD

...but, since my head feels like it's being shaken violently (it's not, in case you were wondering), I will not be getting anything important done tonight. Therefore, you get fandom blather.

( The 21-question Transformers Fandom Meme )

*braces self for backlash*

Also, re: current music - I really, really wish I had the necessary software and processing power to do a Transformers movie to that. Especially that one clip from Hoist Goes Hollywood for the line 'twenty dudes in a conga line.' Yes, you know which clip I mean. ;)

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.)

Ten questions from rosieknight.

( Five for me... )


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( ...and five for my muses. )

So apparently there is a Lunar Hell. (Worth the clickage, btw - fantastic photos of the Moon's surface.) I have decided that in S3-verse, the Earth Defense Command builds a base there and finds it geographically behooving to call it Moonbase Hell; hilarity, as it sometimes does, ensues. "Hey, Roddy, where are you going?" "Me? I'm going to Hell." "..........."

Also, oh my god you guys I have a metric fuckton of yarn. It breeds when I'm not looking, I swear!

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. )

Having another one of those 'feeling like a waste of carbon' nights. No trigger, just. Old friend self-loathing, come for a visit. You know it's time to up your meds when the only reason you can think of for continuing to exist is so you don't stick your parents with your student loans.

I spent a good portion of my afternoon shift drawing Hot Rod with tentacles. No, I don't know why. I'll post it tomorrow assuming my scanner decides to work. You're welcome.

Screw you, real life. I have fandom.

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

So my mom comes home and goes "I got us tickets to Transformers! I am the best mom ever! :DDDD!" And she is, but then I had to tell her that I'm already going with some friends on Saturday. (She was too thrilled about me having friends to be disappointed, her lack of interest in giant robots notwithstanding.)

Also, given the speed at which I write, this is kind of comforting.

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

( Energon Paint )

( The Internet: where nothing is too small to argue over. Warnings for mild brain-breakage, if you are not an active member of the Transformers porn scene. )

This shit is cutting into my (lj)springkink time, dammit. *grumpymoogle*

So, I misspoke yesterday. Turns out the TF kink meme isn't the first of its kind to break the comment limit - the Phoenix Wright one is on its third or fourth post, which knowing the source material actually doesn't surprise me at all. XD But! This in no way takes away from our own accomplishment. Pooooorn! :D (It continues in tfanonkink, by the way. In case you were looking for your sticky fix. Which I am most certainly not, what are you talking about.)

I picked up Transformers: The Veiled Threat at the supermarket yesterday and got about two-thirds through it. It's... well, I've read better fanfics, frankly (*loves on flist*), but it's got some cute moments. Not the least of which is Optimus listening to peppy Japanese girl pop. ^_^

It occurs to me that I've become kind of a hermit even online. I don't stay involved with my friends nearly as much as I want to. I'm just usually so tired and can't concentrate real well during the week, so I let comments slide - especially feedback on fic and such. I apologize to you all. I'll try to do better. *passes out hugs*

But, if you are so inclined...

THE ANONYMOUS WRITING FEEDBACK MEME

(on lj)

In other news, guys, the TF Kink Meme actually broke the comment barrier. They're going to have to make another one. How wild is this? XD I love my fandom, really I do. We're a bunch of raging pervs.

This makes me want to write pooooorn. To celebrate. Not that I haven't been writing it at work already, of course.

...yeah, I saw Star Trek. ^_^ My parents' friend came in to visit this afternoon so I had guest-sitting duty 'til my parents came home, and she wanted to see a movie - who am I to protest? Saves me from having to try to make conversation. ;) Anyway, it was all very shiny and enjoyable. ( And the rest is cut just in case. )

Also, I literally squeed out loud at the G.I. Joe and Transformers trailers. Homg. ( Transfomers spoilers! )

I wrote a silly. TF, very short, somewhere in between seasons 2 and 3, mostly to cheer vani_nessa up but it'd be cruel to keep it hidden away from the rest of the Intarwebz. ;)

( Marissa Fairborn fought her way to the front lines... )

Also, we have a window-attack robin. In the mornings as I'm getting ready for work by checking my email, I hear him going 'thunk-thunkthunk-thunk-thunk' against the window. I'm not sure what he hopes to accomplish. He's not trying to get my attention, because when I step outside he flies over to the tree and puts on the innocent act. Does he want food? Central heating? Maybe he's got amorous intentions toward one of our knickknacks, I don't know.

So, Transformers: The Game.

It does not make extensive use of menus. Therefore, I suck at it.

It's the driving, man. The controls are wacky. I can't go anywhere without massive property damage. And property damage means police cars following me around, which means they get in the way when I inevitably run into Decepticons which means more stuff gets blowed up. I'd give up and walk everywhere, except that doesn't seem to discourage the police cars. Meanwhile there's people screaming, craters in the ground - makes me want to curl up with a mug of tea and Rhapsody.

Maybe I should've been a Decepticon. I bet you get points for tearing up the landscape. But then I wouldn't get to listen to Optimus Prime's voice. Mmmm. ^_^

I find myself in a bit of an ethical quandary.

( I don't think this is all that spoilery, but cut just in case. )

...Not that I'll be writing Megatron as a SNAD anytime soon, so don't worry. ;P

What with the s_d debacle, I've been thinking about how integral fandom communities are to their chosen worlds.

( On intellectual property rights, censorship, dreams, and Han Solo. )

FF7/Transformers ficbit, for no particular reason.

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