Are we human, or are we dancer?

dawn.

2011-08-26T05:12:22Z

The city of Paris was only just waking up, stretching and yawning and breaking its fast like it would on any other day. Morning, at least, was something the Gestapo could not control.

Shoshanna Dreyfus did not rise.

She never went to sleep.

Instead, she stood by the window by turns, sometimes breaking away, to turn, to watch Marcel where he lay sprawled across the bed they shared. His sleep undisturbed, his breathing even, his bare chest shimmering dully in the half-light, rising and falling like the tide.

Instead, she paced the empty lobby, already draped in swastikas. already filled with filth.

(She had wanted to spit out the bitter taste in her mouth as they had hung the bunting, the banners; she had refrained. It wouldn't do. She must wait. She chewed the soft flesh of her lip instead, trying to appear blank, clueless.)

Instead, she drank a glass of something without taste. Whether wine or water, she had no recollection. It didn't matter. And so, at dawn, when the rest of Paris was waking up, Shoshanna collapsed into her bed, cheek pressed into the cool pillow, curled up atop the sheet.

Tonight she must burn everything. Burn herself, burn Marcel, burn the life out of those bastards. The Nazi swine who would swarm into her cinema.

It was like burning bridges to light the way.

fanmix time!

2011-08-18T22:37:17Z

So I never make fanmixes anymore??? So I made a fanmix.

medium RP
fandom Inglourious Basterds / Yu Yu Hakusho
subject Kurama / Shoshanna
title Love So Quiet

Download link!

Explanation given where necessary :)

Maroon 5 - Tangled

And I've done you so wrong
Treated you bad
Strung you along
Oh shame on myself
I don't know how I got so tangled up

I thought this captured a lot of Kurama's feelings of guilt over the way he withheld the details of his past from Shoshanna, even if there was no ill intention behind it.

Adele - Daydreamer

Daydreamer, sittin’ on the seat
Soaking up the sun he is a
Real lover, makin’ up the past and feeling up his girl like he’s never felt her figure before
A jaw dropper
Looks good when he when he walks, he is the subject of their talk
He would be hard to chase, but good to catch and he could change the world with his hands behind his back

Polmo Polpo - Requiem for a Fox

A pretty instrumental with an appropriate title.

The Killers - When You Were Young

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch him now, here he come

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young

Can we climb this mountain? I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let’s take it easy, easy now, watch it go

Lisa Mitchell - Valium

Sometimes your love
It's so pretty I just wanna sink in
And sometimes your heart
Well, it's so pretty I just wanna live there

Well, I wish I could bottle it up
And breathe it back like Valium
And sometimes your heart it's so pretty
I just wanna live there

Belle - Jack Johnson

Oi lienda
Bella che fa?
Bonita, bonita que tal?
But belle
Je ne comprend pas francais
So you'll have to speak to me
Some other way

Damien Rice - 9 Crimes

Leave me out with the waste, this is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you
It's the wrong time for somebody new
It's a small crime and I got no excuse
And is that all right, yeah?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that all right, yeah?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it?

I think this fits well with Shoshanna's relationship history and her feelings/hesitance about letting someone new in.

Muse - I Belong To You (+ Mon Coeur S'oevre A Ta Voix)

When these pillars get pulled down
It will be you who wears the crown
And I'll owe everything to you

How much pain has cracked your soul?
How much love would make you whole?
You're my guiding lightning strike

I can't find the words to say, they're overdue
I'd travel half the world to say "I belong to you"

Regina Spektor - Better

If I kiss you where it's sore
Will you feel better, better, better
Will you feel anything at all

the Thrills - Old Friends, New Lovers

Broken friendships surely beckon
Why she asked me?
All because of you,
Baby blue.

I mainly chose this song because the title was appropriate, but the lyrics also suggest not only friends fighting over significant others, but also a transition from friendship to something more, which felt very appropriate.

Muse - Endlessly

there's a part in me you'll never know
the only thing I'll never show

hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
hopelessly I'll give you everything
but I won't give you up
I won't let you down
and I won't leave you falling
If the moment ever comes

Jimi Hendrix - Foxey Lady

You know you're a cute little heartbreaker
Foxy
You know you're a sweet little lovemaker
Foxy

I wanna take you home
I won't do you no harm, no
You've got to be all mine, all mine
Ooh, foxy lady

Melissa Etheridge - Come To My Window

You don't know how far I'd go
To ease this precious ache
You don't know how much I'd give
Or how much I can take

Just to reach you

Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light
of the moon

Ben Folds - the Luckiest

That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it every day
And I know

That I am, I am
I am the luckiest

What if I'd been born
Fifty years before you
In a house
On a street
Where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside
As you passed on your bike
Would I know?

MUSELIST

2011-06-15T18:44:14Z

drabbles and things

2011-06-08T05:09:54Z

1. Hans Landa - Stars and Boulevards - Augustana

Sometimes, he wondered whether this was all worth it. The coercion, the lies, the smiling, gregarious facade behind which lurked a monster of the worst kind. The people he had killed, the heinous acts he'd committed—and he felt nothing. No remorse, no guilt, not a hint of emotion. At times, he thought he might have even enjoyed some of it. But in the end, Hans Landa would always be numb. In that respect, he was probably perfectly suited to the career path he'd chosen.

With that thought in his mind, comforting though his mind required no comfort, he raised the pistol, resting the cold barrel to the temple of the man he'd been ordered to kill, and pulled the trigger. Landa smiled.

2. Audrey and Pavel - Miley Cyrus - Can't Be Tamed

"Pavel, maybe you should just—oh, sod it." Her coworker was already beyond earshot, especially considering how crowded the pub (bar) already was. Why she had agreed to accompany him to Boston for St. Patrick's Day was beyond her, especially since she wasn't even of age to drink in the States, something dear Pavel had conveniently neglected to tell her.

Her hulking, hairy compadre was already in the middle of a throng of very drunk women, making a complete drunken arse out of himself. At least he looked like he was enjoying himself. There was a loud smack, and Audrey winced. "Smooth, Pavel," she called, laughing at the sight of him rubbing his very red cheek.

3. 19th century Evie and Edgar - Sunday Best - Augustana

Edgar Hunt—Lord Hunt, he supposed he was now—had a very important errand to attend to today, and it was with a quietly nervous demeanor that he gave his name to the Hollingsberrys' man at the door. As he was led to Lord Hugo's drawing-room, he removed his black top hat, if nothing else for the luxury of having his hands occupied. He did hate to be seen fidgeting.

Half an hour later, and the quiet young lord emerged, looking faintly triumphant. A light tripping of slippers against plush carpet drew his attention, and he was somehow unsurprised to see the youngest Hollingsberry and the object of his affections drawing nearer, a curious look on her face. "Lord Edgar, what brings you to my family's home today?"

Edgar smiled faintly and bowed low. "Lady Evelyn." Straightening, he studied her for a moment, trying to decide how best to go about this, before offering his arm. "Would you do me the pleasure of a turn about the garden?" Now came the difficult part.

in which Jo writes smutty things while drunk

2011-01-24T18:25:31Z

one.

"I don't normally do this." Edgar felt it imperative to let her know this. That he wasn't one of those men, only looking for what lay between a woman's legs, beneath her clothing. In fact, quite the opposite. He never did. But now, with this heat between them, with what they had been building toward for weeks and months, here he was, breathless, heart pounding in his chest. He knew what he was doing now, at least, and for that he was grateful. But that didn't make him any less nervous that he would do something wrong, cross some social border he hadn't known existed.

"I understand." Her words were breathless, probably due to the fact that his fingers hovered mere millimeters from her bare breasts. Edgar pushed past his constant demureness to study her naked form, the generous flesh of her breasts. They were lovely, soft and beautiful, everything that breasts should be, and tentatively his fingers advanced to circle one nipple slowly. He took the time to appreciate the soft pink of it, standing out against her porcelain flesh, and he let out a quite groan as the skin tightened between his large fingers. More than anything, knowing that he was inciting such a reaction in Elsa was the most satisfying thing to him. His head dipped, the mouth that was strangely poetic on such a masculine face and large frame brushing against the velvety skin softly. His well-tailored trousers were much more snug now, for as much of a gentleman as Edgar was, he couldn't help but become aroused by this.

Their lovemaking was slow, languid, beautiful. Edgar placed a gentle kiss against Elsa's forehead when it was done, and he had rolled to the side. The bright blue eyes studied the strands of flame-red hair between his fingers for a moment, before falling shut with a heavy sigh. There was no guilt now, now remorse for what had transpired between them. It had been right.

two.

"I thought we could try out my Christmas present, non?"

His grin had merely widened, deliciously predatory, at the words. She had been waiting for him in his bedroom when he'd arrived home, dressed in nothing but a black bustier and matching panties, lacy stockings held up with a coordinating garter belt, and the handcuffs dangling from two long fingers as she stretched out on her side across his bed.

And now here she was, wrists detained above her head by the cold metal which clanged against the metal of his headboard as she squirmed beneath his lips. Her lips parted slightly but no noise but the rush of air into her lungs escaped as his tongue glided along the curve of her breast, deliciously rounded above silk and steel tightly bound against her flesh. His fingers pressed into her hipbones, delving beneath the silk of her panties without hesitation. She murmured hasty words of enouragement, not that Jean needed them.

Moments later, the scrap of black silk was being tugged aside, not down, and his lips met with her most sensitive flesh, tongue darting out to taste her, and now a cry did echo from the very depths of her throat.

"I could do anything I liked to you right now," he murmured, face still bured between Léonie's legs, his voice delicious and rough even as the words came out as a purr. "Anything at all, and you couldn't do a thing to stop me." As if she would want to. Instead, her hips jerked upward, and Jean obliged her happily, content to let her have her way.

For now.

Business and Pleasure

2010-11-11T00:02:23Z

So...I wrote a thingy. It's smutty. You have been warned.

WHO: Jean-Baptiste Girard and Léonie Lefébvre
WHAT: Doin' stuuuff.
WHERE: Jean's apartment
WHEN: Sometime in the near past, I would imagine.
WARNINGS: Sexy tiems. Also, possibly sketchy French. Sorry.

"I assume you collected it, then?" Girard gazed up at the woman before him from the armchair he graced so well, giving her an expectant smile. She nodded, stepping forward on the expensive carpet.

"You know I would not have come without it." They spoke in French, their shared tongue, both voices soft and pleasant. Léonie reached into the inner pocket of her jacket, pulling out a small drawstring bag. It was deceptively heavy as it fell into Jean's palm, clinking softly. "It was quite easy, really." She had taken on the appearance of one of the household's maids, slipped into the mistress's boudoir, broken into the safe with a tap of the wand, and retreated into the night clutching a drawstring bag worth more money than the Ferrari parked outside the manor she had just infiltrated. She had Apparated into Barcelona twenty minutes ago, taking a moment to morph back to her regular appearance before stepping out of the alleyway a few blocks away from Jean's apartment complex, and then come straight up here.

"I do wonder, though, what the other maids thought of their colleague's sudden penchant for high fashion." She hadn't had time to change out of her current attire, a jade green silk cocktail dress under a black leather motorcycle jacket and Loboutin heels. Quick as a flash, her hands were clasped behind her back girlishly, blue eyes glinting mischeivously in the low light of Jean's office.

Jean laughed lowly. "My dear, you astound me as ever." Her lips lifted in a smile, before glancing at his clock.

"Why, Jean, it's eleven o'clock on a Saturday night. What on Earth are you doing at home?" She would have thought he would be at a nightclub somewhere, or a gourmet restaurant, living life to the fullest as he was wont to do. Léonie's eyebrows cocked upward. "No plans this evening?"

The Monegasque businessman shook his head, amusement playing in his features. "I'm afraid not. But, no regrets. If I had, I might have missed the pleasure of your lovely company."

It appeared that this was precisely what Léonie had wanted to hear. "Well, I really would hate to deliver and dash." She advanced towards the chair which Jean occupied a few more steps, perching herself on the arm. "It's been too long since you and I have had a chance to catch up." She crossed her legs in quite a calculated fashion, the hemline of her dress hitching upward to expose the top of her black stocking, held up by an expensive-looking garter belt. Like magnetism, Jean's gaze was drawn downward, before making a leisurely trip back up her body, meeting her eyes once again.

"I agree entirely," was his response. The two were known to mix business and pleasure, but it had been awhile since they'd had any cause to meet for longer than a few moments, or alone for that matter. Now seemed to be the perfect time to 'catch up,' so to speak. She shifted subtly, so that quite suddenly she was seated across Jean's lap. Léonie laced one arm around Jean's neck, the other arm resting on the side of his neck, while he placed a hand on her hip, thumb grazing the green silk of her dress appreciatively.

"Je te veux." She placed her lips against Jean's ear and moaned gently, for his hand had suddenly found its way up her skirt and was now toying with the hem of her underwear. Léonie squirmed gently in his lap, returning the attention with a playful nip at the skin of his neck, before turning his head toward her with her free hand and kissing him slowly, luxuriantly. Jean responded by looping two fingers through her panties and tugging downward gently; Léonie raised her hips slightly to allow freedom of movement.

Jean pressed two fingers firmly between her legs, delighting in the whimper this action elicited from her red lips as he stroked slowly downward and then back up, circling her clitoris delicately. He felt himself stiffening, straining against his finely tailored trousers. Meanwhile, Léonie continued to ravish his mouth and the skin of his neck with attention, fingers sliding down his chest and resting on the knot of his tie, which was quickly undone and hanging loose.

Jean's fingers ceased their stroking and trailed down the inside of her thigh, caressing her skin. As his hand reached her knee, it curved underneath suddenly. Using both hands, Jean lifted Léonie and repositioned her so that she straddled his lap. He pushed her skirt up over her waist, and with a breathy sigh Léonie reached down between their bodies. Her fingers deftly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, the zipper falling open in the process. With a rustle of fabric, his pants and underwear were pushed down below his knees.

The woman's hands rested on the arms of the chair as she lowered herself down onto him, emitting a faint cry of pleasure as he entered her. Likewise, Jean moaned low in his throat, eliciting a faint chuckle from Léonie. "Ça te plaît?" The muscles of her thighs tensed before pushing her back upwards, teasing him with her wet sex for what seemed to be an excruciating eternity before easing back down his shaft. "C'est super." Jean couldn't help the slight bucking of his hips; he was eager for more already. As if taking the hint, Léonie began to pick up speed, breath coming out in pants as she worked her hips up and down over him.

Jean placed his hands on Léonie's hips under her skirt, guiding her movements, his fingers digging into her flesh. Once, his hand fell against her flank with a dull smack, more for encouragement than any desire to inflict pain. Her head came to rest against his right shoulder, teeth occasionally grasping at the material of his shirt as she clenched her jaw. As they both neared completion, the thrusts became shorter, less coordinated, but the intensity and friction between their two bodies was nearly palpable.

Léonie felt the muscles in the lower half of her body begin to tense first. Her head fell back and her fingers gripped the arms of the chair as she tightened around Jean's shaft for what seemed like eternity, stars popping behind her eyelids. "Merde," she gasped, taking in lungfuls of air, before leaning in to whisper in Jean's ear, "Venu pour moi." He groaned lowly as he continued to thrust, driving into his employee ceaselessly until his met his own climax moments later. Léonie placed a single kiss on Jean's lips, pushing her hair away from her glistening forehead.

"Pleasure doing business with you," she murmured against his mouth.

57 Jude Law Icons (mothafucka)

2010-03-26T16:35:42Z

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-Credit joisaverage
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2010-01-22T02:52:51Z

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Short little baby story

2010-01-15T06:39:24Z

Who: Edgar Hunt
What: Brooding, what else?
Where: Wales
When: 1994, immediately following vault713.com/rpg/viewtopic.php.
Warnings: Moping.

Normally after yet another long, relatively uneventful day at the office, Edgar would go home, make himself dinner, and kick back with a good book. Tonight, however, was a different story. Edgar himself was a little unsure exactly what had happened, but long story short, it had greatly resembled a date. The man wasn't eager to put a label on it, but for purposes purely pragmatic, it had been a date. He wasn't exactly sure what to think of it, either. At least, it depended on what part of him you were asking.

The emotional side of Edgar, the one that had been shut up for the better part of thirty-six years, had enjoyed the whole affair immensely, particularly the kisses he and Evie had shared. Edgar's eyes drifted to the striped scarf she had given him as a compensation of sorts for losing his hat, laid almost lovingly across the back of his armchair. His gaze then shifted to the rest of his den, the lovely solitude that he had built for himself for so long. Why should he give all this up now? After all, and he had found success on his own, the goal of all those years of hard work, and he was in the prime of his life. No, he reminded himself. You're passing your prime.

Perhaps that was why this was all happening all of a sudden. Perhaps it was high time he found someone. Goodness knew he had never met anybody so appealing; Evie had struck his fancy for some reason unknown. Edgar nodded firmly to himself. Yes, he would let this happen. It seemed he had no choice in the matter, anyway.

Do I even have a choice?

2010-01-08T05:51:58Z

Choose twelve of your original characters, in any particular order. Then, answer the questions that follow, but DON'T LOOK AT THE QUESTIONS BEFORE YOU PICK THE CHARACTERS!

1. Chanella
2. Cordelia
3. Georgia
4. Edgar
5. Catalina
6. Aimée
7. Bernadette
8. Lourdes
9. Ingrid
10. Lillian
11. Federica
12. Coheed

Side note: YES I DON'T HAVE TO USE GORDON

1. Who would make a better college professor, 6 or 11?
Six, definitely. Federica's too dreamy, and Aimée is way more intelligent.

2. Do you think #2 is hot? How hot?
Moderately hot.

3. 12 sends 8 on a mission. What is it, and does it succeed?
That would be really creepy since she's a little girl. Coheed would ask Lourdes to do some research in the Hogwarts library for a book he's writing. She would succeed, since she's a nerd.

4. What is or would be 9's favorite book?
It's the "Lord of the Rings" series.

5. Would it make more sense for 2 to swear fealty to 6, or the other way around?
Ironic, since they're cousins. But Cordelia is older, so I guess Aimée would be doing the swearing.

6. For whatever reason, 5 is looking for a roommate. Should 5 share a studio apartment with 9 or with 10?
HAHAHA Not Ingrid, she's weird and fifteen. Catalina would choose Lillian, they're both glamorous and have good hair.

7. 2, 7, and 12 have dinner together. Where do they go, and what do they discuss?
They all go to get fish and chips together. Cordelia and Coheed have a lot to talk about since they actually know each other, and Bernadette keeps trying to persuade them to buy illegal objects.

8. 3 challenges 10 to a duel. What happens?
HAHAHAH umm. Georgia would wimp out and Lillian would pull out some crazy-ass semi-Dark magic and beat her senseless anyway,

9. If 1 stole 8's most precious possession, how would 8 get it back?
HAHAHA Lourdes would never suspect her older sister of stealing anything, so she'd just deal with it being gone.

10. Suggest a title for a story in which 7 and 12 both attain what they most desire.
"Get Rich Quick, the Hard Way: The Story of a Successful Author."

11. What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted 4 and 1 to work together?
HAHAHAHA Oh man. Let's see. Chanella has heard that some of the male centaurs are pretty foxy, so she enlists Edgar to help her meet them, though he'd be pretty reluctant.

12. If 7 visited you for the weekend, how would you get along?
Uhh. It'd be awkward, so I'd just be like "...Help yourself to anything in the fridge, and please don't hurt me."

13. If you could command 3 to perform any one task or service for you, what would it be?
Organize my closet for me.

14. Does anyone on your friends list write or draw anything regarding 11?
Dan does. Her and Jordi are bff.

15. If 2 had to choose sides between 4 and 5, which would it be?
She'd probably be on Edgar's side, she'd be like "Ohh, he's such a nice guy~"

16. What might 10 shout while charging into battle?
"IF ANYONE MESSES UP MY HAIR I VILL FUCK DEM UP." Or somethin'.

17. If you chose a song to represent 8, which song would you choose?
Fidelity - Regina Spektor

18. 1, 6, and 12 are having dim sum at a Chinese restaurant. There is only one scallion pancake left, and they all reach for it at the same time. Who gets to eat it?
Aimée wouldn't want it, she might get fat. Coheed would be too nice to ask for it, so Chanella would get it by default.

19. What might be a good pick-up line for 2 to use on 10?
HAHAHAH AWKWARD. No. Maybe "You're a little too young and the wrong gender."

20. What would 5 most likely be arrested for?
Being too much of a mean-eater.

21. What is 6's secret?
She actually does desire friendship, but she doesn't know how to go about it.

22. If 11 and 9 were racing to a destination, who would get there first?
Ingrid; her legs are long and she's a lot less lazy than Federica.

23. If you had to walk home through a bad neighborhood late at night, would you feel safer in the company of 7 or 8?
Bernadette. She's actually pretty badass since she -has- to know how to defend herself.

24. 1 and 9 reluctantly team up to save the world from the threat posed by 4's sinister secret organization. 11 volunteers to help them, but it is later discovered that he is actually a spy for 4. Meanwhile, 4 has kidnapped 12 in an attempt to force their surrender. Following the wise advice of 5, they seek out 3, who gives them what they need to complete their quest. What title would you give this fic?

...I don't even wanna try and explain that. "A World Turned Upside-Down" would be appropriate.

wheee, meme~

2010-01-08T03:12:37Z

1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Then tag three people.
4. Feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself!!

So. . . who's doing the quiz?
Chanella: Me. I'm the important one.
Edgar: At your service.
Lillian: Naturally.
Aimée: If I must.

1. What's your favorite food?
Chanella: Macaroni and cheese, yum. Or anything spicy~
Edgar: Welsh rarebit.
Chanella: wat
Lillian: Vhat? You all eat strange food. I'm fond of anythingk French.
Aimée: I have no preference.

2. Are you a virgin?
Chanella: *snort* As if.
Edgar: *red* I'm not sure I'm comfortable answering that—
Chanella: HAHAHAH WHAT
Edgar: I BEG YOU, BE QUIET.
Lillian: Oh, of course...
Aimée: Yes, for now. I'm sure Henri will ensure zat doesn't last long.

3. What kind of movies do you watch?
Chanella: Whatever's on TV
Edgar: I'm not sure what exactly you're referring to.
Lillian: I don't have time to vatch movies. Busy social calendar~
Aimée: Audrey Hepburn. And zhey're films.

4. Are you married?
Chanella: Not yet~
Edgar: No, and I doubt if it ever happens.
Lillian: I almost vas, once...
Chanella: What'd you do, go and fuck it up?
Lillian: ...Da.
Chanella: ....Oh. Awkwaaard.
Aimée: ...You people are idiots. And no.

5. Have you ever gotten drunk before?
Chanella: Is that even a question?
Edgar: Yes, once or twice. On accident.
Lillian: Da, who hasn't?
Aimée: At social functions I was forced to attend.

6. Do you have a celebrity crush?
Chanella: GRANT MCQUILLEN WHAT
Edgar: I beg your pardon?
Lillian: I am a celebrity.
Aimée: Crush implies zat I would have feelings for someone.

7. Your embarrassing moment?
Chanella: Oh, god. The whole Jordi thing was a tad embarrassing.
Edgar: Having to turn down unwanted advances from the opposite sex is never pleasant.
Lillian: ...vhy?
Edgar: I just—don't—desire—
Chanella: GAY
Aimée: *sigh*

8. Your best friends?
Chanella: Scott~ Cambria, too.
Edgar: I don't require or prefer the companionship of others.
Lillian: Name a man, and chances are he's one of dem.
Aimée: Fernando? Does that count?

9. Random sayings?
Chanella: Eeee~
Edgar: ...
Lillian: I grow tired of dese endless questions. Vhere is de chocolate I vas promised?
Aimée: *eye roll*

10. If you saw a shooting star right now, what would you wish for?
Chanella: Ooooh, can't tell~
Edgar: Solitude.
Lillian: Shoes.
Aimée: I agree with ze man, for once.
Edgar: I thank you.
Aimée: Stop saying zhings.

11. What is your favorite word?
Chanella: Umm...SHOPPING
Edgar: Centaur.
Lillian: ....Sex?
Aimée: Superior.

12. What song was sung to you when you were a child as you went to sleep?
Chanella: Iunno, something in Spanish. It went, like, La luna se esta peinando en los espejos del rio...
Edgar: My mother preferred to play classical music while I slept.
Lillian: My mother vas too busy. My nanny sang to me instead.
Aimée: I don't care to remember.

13. What was the best day or moment of your life?
Chanella: Graduating Hogwarts, God.
Edgar: Meeting a centaur for the first time.
Lillian: Finally gettingk onto a Quidditch team.
Aimée: It will be ze moment when zese questions are done.

14. How would you describe your voice?
Chanella: Er...Sort of higher-pitched, girly. Liverpudlian accent with a little Spanish thrown in~
Edgar: Low, eloquently spoken...*eyes Chanella*
Chanella: lol whut
Lillian: Sexy~
Aimée: Bored.

15. Who is your favorite boyfriend(s)?
Chanella: Scott *coos*
Edgar: I beg your pardon!
Chanella: Oh, go on, admit it.
Lillian: Too many to count, darlingk.
Aimée: I don't do relationships.

16. Who is your Ex-boyfriend(s)?
Chanella: Erik Remington, ewww.
Edgar: I begin to take offense.
Lillian: Do you really vant me to list...?
Aimée: ...

17. Do you have any gifts from your boyfriends from your first date? Who gave them to you and what are they?
Chanella: Well, it wasn't our first date, but Scott gave me this pretty necklace! And Erik brought me some ugly flowers.
Edgar: I have never been on a date—
Chanella: HAHAHA wow you suck.
Edgar: —NOR have I had any boy-friends.
Lillian: Antony gave me too many gifts to count. Tylor gave me some vine. Dmitry gave me a very special gift, dough I vouldn't call dat a date.
Aimée: Could you be any more redundant?

18. Who are you going to tag?
EVERYONE :D

Meme Time~!

2010-01-01T07:55:05Z

1) First list all your OCs by first name so we can see your list of all your wonderful OCs:
-Chanella
-Cordelia
-Georgia
-Aimée
-Federica
-Edgar
-Ingrid
-Catalina
-Lillian
-Bernadette
-Coheed
-Gordon
-Lourdes

2) Who is your favourite OC?
Edgar has quickly fought his way to the top. Lillian and Chanella are tied for second.

3) Who is your least favourite?
Gordon. Because I hate him. I don't know why. He's just...Ill-conceived.

4) Who is your most developed?
Hmm. Edgar.

5) How many girl OCs do you have? Boy OCs? It OCs?
Nine female, three male.

6) If you were stuck in a burning building what do you think the third OC on your list would do?
She'd scoop up all of Regulus's important files and tidy up the office quickly before getting the hell out.

7) Name one thing you regret about one of your OCs.
I regret -creating- Gordon. But out of the ones I like, I regret making Edgar so woman-retarded.

8) Which of your OCs do you think would make the best father/mother/it parent out of all your OCs and why?
Georgia would be the best mother, because she's so sweet and gentle. Though she is OCD, that might drive her kids nuts. So maybe Cordy. Though I can't really see her wanting to settle down. And Edgar would be the best father, IF he ever had kids. He'd want to show them the centaurs and teach them violin, and read to them.

9) Which of your OCs do you think will most likely be put in jail?
Bernadette, for selling illegal shit.

10) The eighth of your OCs was put into the future! What will their job be?!
...Still a hairstylist.

11) Name the first OCs catch phrase!
Probably something along the lines of "Pah!"

12) Do all your OCs live together or are they separated?
...I can't even imagine them living together. Nah, they're all separated. Except Lourdes and Chanella, who used to live together. And Ingrid and Lourdes live in the same general vicinity.

13) Are there any pairings that are in your OC list?
Nnnnnope.

14) Your seventh OC switched bodies with you for a day! How will they react at the end of the day?
I would be ecstatic because I'd have the body of a supermodel, and she'd just be like "OH COOL"

15) Your fourth OC just became a fifteen year old. What do they do?
Well she's sixteen right now. So she'd be the same. AKA a bitch.

16) Now randomly select a person on your OC list. Who was it?
Lillian

17) That OC you just chose? Yeah they think they are superman (even if they are a girl) and are on the roof about to jump off.
She's got her new Firebolt with her, and is testing out the speed.

18) Are any of your OCs bored of this meme?
Aimée. Since she's interested in virtually nothing. Edgar too, most likely. There is a profound lack of centaurs and Evie.

19) Would your second OC prefer the beach or the mountains?
The beach. She'd work on her tan and watch her tagalong brother flirt with bikini babes.

20) Would your 5th OC battle a shark?
PFFFF. Hell no.

21) Which OCs hate each other?
None of my OCs really know each other (except Cordy and Aimée since they're cousins), but I can see Chanella and Aimée hating each other because they're so different.

22) Which OC did you create first? And last?
Chanella is the first, and Lourdes the last.

23) If seven and three got into a fight, who would win?
Neither of them are likely to get into a fight at all.

24) What are your first 2 OC's favourite foods?
Chanella loves Latin food and macaroni and cheese, and Cordelia loves fish and chips and pasta.

25) If your listed OCs were in a fight to the death, who would emerge victorious?
Uhhh. Bernadette. She's the only one who's badass enough to use deadly attacks—she has to know how to protect herself.

26) There's a zombie attack and your OCs are stranded. Who do they elect to be their leader?
Hmm. Edgar. He's the wisest.

27) During said zombie attack, who's the first to die?
LAWL. Chanella. She'd just flail around.

28) Which one of these OCs do you think would have the most fangirls/boys?
Edgar would definitely have the most fangirls. And Lillian or Catalina would have the most fanboys.

29) Okay, so does OC number four have any last thoughts?
...I am so much better than this.

30) If possible, what's your characters' height? (These are all for human-shaped-forms)
-Chanella - 5'2.5"
-Cordelia - 5'6"
-Georgia - 5'8"
-Aimée - 5'5"
-Federica - 5'7"
-Edgar - 6'2"
-Ingrid - 5'7"
-Catalina - 5'8"
-Lillian - 5'6"
-Bernadette - 5'10"
-Coheed - 5'11"
-Gordon - 4'11"
-Lourdes - 5'1"

31) Can your characters dance?
Chanella can get down in the club as well as salsa, Cordy can probably dance pretty decently. Georgia can ballroom dance, Aimée dances ballet and club-style. Federica I imagine wouldn't be too graceful on her feet. Edgar can ballroom dance. Ingrid—just no. Catalina can salsa. Lillian knows all the dances a proper lady should. Bernadette just doesn't dance. Coheed's too shy. Gordon, I don't care, and Lourdes wouldn't want to dance.

Could. Not. Resist. Sexy. Men.

2009-12-10T05:59:22Z

[1] - List your top 10 celebrity crushes.
[2] - Put all of them IN ORDER of your lust for them. (10 to 1, 1 being your number one fixation)
[3] - Say which movie/show/thing it was that hooked you.
[4] - Supply photos for said people.
[5] - Tag some people.

NUMBER TEN - Alan Rickman

Yes, he's old. Yes, he plays Snape. He also is one hell of a sexy period actor, omfg. Plus—his natural hair color is beautiful <3

NUMBER NINE - MATTHEW GOODE

His eyes. Ohhh good God. They're so blue, and pretty, and blue, and he always looks so mischievous. Unf.

NUMBER EIGHT - JOHN SIMM

This one is Ant's doing. He is just so damn cute, with his eyes all brown and caramel-y. And he's adorably evil as the Master. <3

NUMBER SEVEN - EWAN MCGREGOR

I admit, when I first saw him in Star Wars I was like "...Ew." But then, I saw the miracle that is Moulin Rouge! and I realized how incredibly lovely he is to look at, not to mention that voice.

NUMBER SIX - JAVIER BARDEM

Do you guys realize how much you've infiltrated my hot men list? Anyway, how could you not want this:
(I'd also like to add that I normally don't go for guys this beefy. But Javier is the exception.)

NUMBER FIVE - ROBERT DOWNEY JR.

I first fell in love with him in Iron Man. Since then a certain someone has ensured that I receive proper ~~picspams~~ education regarding RDJ. Plus, he's just...really effing adorable.

NUMBER FOUR - DANIEL CRAIG

Two words: Blond. Bond. Unffff.

NUMBER THREE - GERARD BUTLER

What was it that first clued me in to Mr. Butler? Oh, right, a little movie called 300. Ripped. As. Hell. And as cheesy as that movie is, I love him in P.S. I Love You. Irish accent ftw. Well I mean alongside his natural Scottish one. Honestly, any accent at all will do.

NUMBER TWO - MATTHEW MACFADYEN SURPRISE

I first had the pleasure of viewing this particular lump of I'd-love-to-sex in Pride and Prejudice. And then when it came time to make my first foxy male character, how could I resist those puppy-dog blue eyes? So yeah, Edgar didn't hurt.

NUMBER ONE - DAVID TENNANT

Like any of you were surprised. Pah. Anyway. Yes. I love me the skinny, pale, nerdy, adorable brown eyes and mouth that I fixate on like no other type of man. Plus, his voice. Unffffbfk,jfkjf <3

Because I'm a sucker for a meme...

2009-11-26T06:23:47Z

1. Pick 20 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDB and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them in a note for everyone to guess.
4. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDB search functions. That's cheating and it ruins the fun.

~~1. "Wow! I cannot believe you're not retarded!"~~tanhuan - Garden State
2. "You wear too much eye makeup. My sister wears too much. People think she's a whore."
3. ~~"You should've gone to China, you know, 'cause I hear they give away babies like free iPods. You know, they pretty much just put them in those t-shirt guns and shoot them out at sporting events."~~ jdgrl47 - Juno
4. "The light concealing cream goes on first. Then you blend, and blend, and blend. Blending is the secret."
5. "Chuy? Nice to meet you, I'm Luke Skywalker."
6. ~~"He's got a huge...talent!"~~ jdgrl47 - Moulin Rouge
7. ~~"First she steals my publicity. Then she steals my lawyer, my trial date. And now she steals my goddamn garter."~~ jdgrl47 - Chicago
8. "You know what's gonna happen to you? I am gonna march you over to the zoo and feed you to the yak."
9. "Either you are in each other's confidence and have secret affairs to discuss, or you are conscious that your figures appear to the greatest advantage by walking. If the first, I should get in your way. If the second, I can admire you much better from here." nezbit - Pride and Prejudice
10. ~~"Let's face it, this is not the worst thing you've caught me doing."~~ jdgrl47 - Iron Man
11. ~~"I guess it's because I've got a BIG, LESBIAN crush on you! Suck on that! Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay!"~~ jdgrl47 - Mean Girls
12. "I love your hair. What's going on there?"
13. "I come home and catch you up to your nuts in Lady Shagging Godiva!"
14. ~~"There will always be women in rubber flirting with me!"~~ jdgrl47 - RENT
~~15. "I'm thinking I might take that new chick from Logistics. If things go well I might be showing her my O-face. "Oh... Oh... Oh!" You know what I'm talkin' about. "Oh!""~~ nezbit - Office Space
16. "She's fair game, Joe. It's always open season on princesses."
17. "I carried a watermelon."
18. "Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing."
19. ~~"Oh, he's so handsome... just like his reward posters."~~ dontbeamartyr Robin Hood
20. "Well, after this I should think nothing of falling down stairs."

lololol I stole this from Alex.

2009-11-24T05:50:08Z

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It's been an eventful week.

2009-11-22T19:53:48Z

Not really. Well, kind of. I don't know. The week itself was pretty blah, I sat around and avoided doing my homework. Right now I'm avoiding writing a first draft that's due tomorrow. Thank God it doesn't actually have to be good. If I really wanted I could turn in ten pages' worth of the word "unicorn." But I won't, because I don't have the balls to do something like that. But yeah, back to my week.

It got around to Thursday, which was what I'd been waiting all frigging month for. Jon came up to get me Thursday night. We went out to dinner at this place called Loring Pasta Bar, which was really delicious. The atmosphere was gorgeous, too, with lights strung up everywhere and candles on the tables—real candles, and a live pianist.

Anyway, we stayed here Thursday night, watched A Goofy Movie which I haven't seen in ages, and then got up the next day and left. I skipped class because...I didn't care. It's a dumb class anyway and I knew we weren't doing anything. (That was two classes I skipped last week, I should really stop doing that.) We drove down to Stevens Point, Jon had to work, so I hung out with a friend of mine from high school, Kristen. Then once Jon got done we had dinner and went to see RENT, which was amazing.

Saturday Jon had to work again. I actually ended up sleeping till 1:30, which was fine because he worked till 2. I don't really remember what all we did but we left at five, got slightly lost in Chippewa Falls, which is way scarier than it sounds, and made it back here by shortly before nine. We went and got Taco Bell in the ghetto by my dorm (ROFL) and then came back and fell asleep to a movie. Pretty uneventful weekend, but it was nice. I dunno. Meh.

Anyway, I haven't updated in ages so I thought I would fill you all in on my weekend. Looking forward to an extremely uneventful Thanksgiving weekend. I'm staying here by myself, so pretty much I'll be on the Dorms all weekend. Surprise.

Later,
Jo

Icons - Elin Kan

2009-11-08T18:10:49Z

So I really love Elinkan, a blog full of fashion and cute photography by Swedish fashionista Elin Kan. She's adorable. Dorms people will recognize her as Xanthy Hinterbottom. :D Anyway, I was browsing through her photos and had the sudden urge to icon. Here are the results.

TEASERS:

So I suck.

2009-11-08T18:01:18Z

I've discovered that I suck at keeping promises to myself. My last entry was all, "Oh, I'm going to concentrate more on school! La la la la!" Except that hasn't happened. Sure, I'm getting my work done—I wrote my entire paper last Sunday and worked really diligently on it. And today I'll probably have to work on my next paper for Wednesday.

Except I still suck at prioritizing. RAAAAA. And spending money. I have always been so bad at holding onto my money, but I just...can't...help it. I fritter away all my money on stupid, pointless stuff, and then I get fucked over later. I'm just waiting for an overdraft charge to appear on my bank account, because I paid off my student account without realizing that I onyl had about ten bucks in my bank account. My students account balance says zero, but it hasn't been applied to my account yet...so I'm hoping it holds off long enough for me to finally get my paycheck and deposit it. Luckily my bank statements don't get sent home anymore, so my grandma can't call and bitch at me about how I spend my money. Thanks, Grandma, I know I'm borderline shopaholic.

ANYWAY. That's enough for now. I've been working on some new icons, I'll probably put those up next.

♥Jo

Some icons, woah.

2009-11-07T23:49:43Z

I'll post these in other places eventually but for now they're just going here where all like 4 of you that read this can see it.

Graphics I've made

2009-11-07T06:25:00Z

This is for my maker application at acidette

Icons:

Banners:

(These are all from an RP site, hence the names :D )

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trick or treat, bitches.

2009-11-01T03:05:11Z

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
Joisaverage goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as a dalek..
_scottishgentry gives you 14 purple passionfruit-flavoured pieces of bubblegum.
awesomefish tricks you! You lose 5 pieces of candy!
dontbeamartyr tricks you! You get a dead frog.
jdgrl47 gives you 17 light yellow watermelon-flavoured pieces of taffy.
nezbit gives you 14 mauve lemon-flavoured pieces of chewing gum.
tanhuan gives you 1 brown tropical-flavoured gummy bats.
Joisaverage ends up with 41 pieces of candy, and a dead frog.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

THANKS DAN AND CLEO. THANKS.

Halloween madness.

2009-11-01T01:19:30Z

Today was quite the day. We woke up early (10 AM is early for me, okay?) and got on the bus to go downtown. My friends planned out a day of excitement for me, the main event of which was going to an adult store. The name of the place was Fantasy Gifts, and it was classy. After checking out the selection of sex toys, lingerie, pornos, and penis-shaped everything (my favorite was Penis Pasta), and making a few select purchases, we went our separate ways. I headed over to my uncle's house in order to hang out with him and my two younger cousins for the night. We raked leaves, rented some videos for later, got on our costumes—I was a flapper, my uncle was Winnie the Pooh, Nina was a bride, Bridget a mouse, and Lucky the dog was a ladybug—and hit the streets in search of candy. Along the way, I was mistaken not once, not twice, but three times for the girls' mother. Awesome. Apparently once you hit eighteen it all goes downhill from there.

Now my uncle is putting the girls to bed and we're going to watch 21. I plan on enjoying Jim Sturgess's intense good looks. Happy Halloween everyone! ♥

-Jo

Blaaaaaah.

2009-10-31T01:51:23Z

So today has been sort of meh. I didn't go to class this morning and I wasted my entire day online instead of writing the paper that's due for monday. I don't prioritize well at all and I really need to start doing a better job of realizing that schoolwork needs to come first and Dorms stuff needs to come second. Because as much as I love RPing and being on the Dorms and whatnot, but it takes up far too much of my life right now, and especially now that I'm in college, I have to start concentrating on school more. I'm so afraid of failing, even one class. I'm so afraid I'll have to drop out or that I won't be able to finish school, and that unnerves me more than anything.

So with that, hopefully I will be doing better as far as getting my work done. I'll still be around and whatnot, just probably not as constantly as I am now. Love and kisses.

-Jo

Meme that I found while looking through Erin's lj.

2009-10-29T05:47:18Z

Pick ANY character of mine and I will tell you their:

01. Full name
02. Best friend
03. Sexuality
04. Favorite color
05. Relationship status
06. Ideal mate
07. Odd Skills/Skills in general
08. Last Amusing Escapade
09. Favorite food
10. Crushes
11. Favorite music
12. Biggest fear
13. Biggest fantasy
14. Quirks
15. Bad habits
16. Biggest regret
17. Best kept secrets
18. Last thought
19. Worst sexual/romantic experience
20. Biggest insecurity

My characters:
~~Chanella Vayara~~/~~Cordelia Flynn~~/Georgia Angelakis/Lillian Mironescu/Ingrid Burton/~~Aimée de Leon~~/Federica Della Cossetta/~~Edgar Hunt~~

DO IIIIT.

joisaverage @ 2009-10-28T22:46:00

2009-10-29T03:56:49Z

Chanella and Scott fluff. Set a few months into the future. I was bored.

Chanella sat bolt upright in bed, her skin shining with sweat in the moonlight streaming in from the window next to her bed. Her hair was matted with sweat, and she was actually cold, considering she wore nothing. She had drifted off hours ago in Scott's arms; he always made fun of her for being so sleepy after they had sex, but she couldn't help it. She didn't know if she'd had one too many martinis last night, but now it was three thirty and she'd just woken up from the most awful nightmare. She had dreamt that Scott had moved in with Jordi—the guy she had cheated on Scott with. She realized she was holding her breath, and she let it out slowly, the air making a hissing sound as it escaped from her parched lips. There was nothing to worry about. That was all in the past, and as for the dream, it was ridiculous.

Scott stirred, his eyes crinkling for a moment before they opened. He lifted his head up, seeing Chanella sitting up, looking shaken. His eyes skipped over her bare breasts for once, too concerned about his girlfriend to be able to fully appreciate her at the moment. He lifted up one of his large hands and laid it on her arm.

"What's wrong, 'Ella?" He asked groggily, concern evident in his voice. It wasn't like Chanella to wake up in the middle of the night; she usually slept extremely soundly.

Chanella inhaled and exhaled slowly, shaking her head and giving a weak chuckle. She slid back down so she was lying on her side, facing her boyfriend. She couldn't help but smile at the concern on his face; the anxious look in his eyes, the wrinkle in his brow. "I'm fine," she said, a little shakily. "Just had a bad dream."

Scott frowned, but then his brow cleared, and he rested one hand on the side of her face, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. Her eyes closed for a second, then opened again. She looked tired, he noted. He should really let her sleep more. "It's all over, 'Ella. It was just a dream."

She half-yawned, half-sighed. "Thank you." She snuggled closer under the sheet, her head curling under his chin to plant a soft kiss on his collarbone, then moving up so that their noses were touching. She moved her head slightly from side to side, so her nose rubbed against Scott's. "I love you," she whispered.

Scott wrapped his arms around Chanella, noticing her skin was very cool. He pulled her tighter. "I love you too."