Good God, Man!

Hakuouki: Shinsengumi Kita Cosplay Photos

2011-04-22T02:51:45Z

Oh hey, LJ. It's been a while! It's been even longer since I've cosplayed anything. But I got bit by the Hakuouki bug, and the rest is history. raepface was nice enough to tag along with me for this, and I am very excite for an eventual albel!Chikage during the summer.

Gay Preview Image courtesy of Jess's myspace angles. Less faggy photos beneath the cut. Because let's face it; everyone is too big of a troll in this show to be shipped. (Also, if there are other Hakuouki fans on my FList, let me know please. &hearts Such a rare fandom in America! Needs moar love.)

Jess' uguu Saitou.

.5 seconds before we were told to get off the grass, orz.

This. Is. JAPPPPPPAAAN. (-Botanical Gardens, Bronx, NY.)

Also representing ye olde Japan, my Incredibly Caucasian Face(tm).

So manly you could faint from it.

Chicks dig hand gestures.

They see me broodin'...

Brooding everywhere.

My camera's name is J.J. Abrams... LOOK AT THAT LENS FLARES.

EVEN MORE LENS FLARE. THE BEST CAMERA.

This photo looks like it could use some of my expert editing skills...

DONE.
DON'T STEAL MY ART, BROS. I know it's tempting.

Many other photos taken, but I'm lazy. They'll probably be up on my Cure, for those of you who have one. So if you're interested, you can check it out over at (http://en.curecos.com/profile/?ch=100123). Jess' is (http://en.curecos.com/profile/?ch=84139).

All photos were taken by by new 18 MegaPixel Canon Rebel. Getting that in the mail a week ago was a prouder moment for me than graduating college. It's so beautiful that I often have to restrain myself from stroking it lovingly in public. Unf.

It's also been holding up great so far for the photoshoots we've been holding here in Boston. Day 1 down, and so far, so good! The AB photoshoots have been a BLAST so far, and I'm loving getting to meet new folks and see their lovely costumes. &hearts It's a great feeling when you can see that your photos make someone smile, too. :) VERY HAPPY.

Hope y'all have a good weekend!

On the Nuclear Power Plant;

2011-03-12T08:54:32Z

I've been asked to update from Japan about the most recent news on the nuclear reactor explosion in Fukushima. So, as 朝日新聞 updates, I'll update with translations for those interested, for any breaking news to do with the reactor or the most recent quakes. (If other news agencies are faster, I may add to this later; but as of right now, the internet here is really shaky, and it's difficult to load pages.)

3.11 (5:30PM);

東京電力福島事務所によると、福島第一原発１号機で午後３時半ごろ、ドンという爆発音がした。１０分後には煙が確認された。これによって社員が数人負傷した。原因ははっきりせず、影響も不明。

(Asahi Shinbun)

According to Tokyo Electric's Fukushima Office, at around 3:30pm, the Fukushima No. 1 Power Plant exploded with a noise like 'don'. Ten minutes later, rising smoke fumes were confirmed. Several employees sustained injuries. The cause of the explosion is unclear, and it's impact is unknown.

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UPDATE 3.11 (6:00pm);

同事務所によると、煙が見えたのは原子炉建屋とタービン建屋の中間付近。実際にどこから煙が出たのかは把握できていないという。負傷者の人数やけがの程度、外部放射能の測定値の変化、格納容器が破損したかどうかは不明。原子炉の水位は異常な低下はしていない。

社員２人と協力企業の２人が病院に運ばれた模様。

(Asahi Shibun)

According to the same office, smoke was seen in the vicinity midway between the nuclear reactor's main facility and turbine facility. In reality, where the smoke really came from is not something that is clear. The degree of any casualties, any alteration of the measure of external radioactivity, and how many storage containers were damaged in the incident is still obscure/unknown. The reactor's lowering water level is not unusual.

Two employees and two subcontractors have been taken to the hospital.

nerdraeg @ 2010-04-28T11:02:00

2010-04-28T15:01:55Z

Note to Self;

*Fiction
Notes from the Hyena's Belly
Nega Mezlekia

Half of a Yellow Sun
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Little Boys Come from the Stars
Emmanuel Dongala

The Icarus Girl
Helen Oyeyemi

*Nonfiction
From Social Silence to Social Science: Same-Sex Sexuality, HIV & AIDS and Gender in South Africa
Vasu Reddy, Theo Sandfort, and Laetitia Rispel

Go Home or Die Here: Violence, Xenophobia and the Reinvention of Difference in South Africa
Tawana Kupe

Read these books, when you get home. Resist ordering them now, as you will then have no room in your luggage to TAKE them home, and will end up constructing some horribly uncomfortable way of shoving them down your pants to get them onto the airplane back to New York.

Of all the books I've read, the fewest in number happen to be concerning about Africa and it's varied people, fictitious or no. And yet, when I comb over my memory for the novels and accounts that were the most compelling, culturally interesting, and intricately & honestly written-- that same small army is always what comes to mind.

So, more books on Africa, get. I don't know nearly enough about the histories and cultures of an entire continent; and that's pretty unacceptable.

On another note, thanks a lot, everyone who sent me well-wishes. &hearts I am taking eight pills a day (enough to kill a small animal, I think), but I am getting better, finally!

The Health Care system in Japan is fantastic. It has all the attributes of what the cliche male-in-an-action-drama looks for in a lady he'd like to buy a drink for at the bar. Cheap, easy, fast, comfortable, and welcoming. Doesn't ask too many questions, and you end the night with a baggie full of drugs.

Have a good day, everyone.

Feels like home to me, now.

2010-02-24T02:56:59Z

Well, I've been home for about a week now! And aside from falling asleep all over the place, like a narcoleptic who isn't particularly choosy, it's been really nice. &hearts A lot of going into New York City, eating too many yearned-after foods, trying lots (and lots, and lots) of tea, seeing people I missed a ton, and a lot of making enough plans to last the entire vacation-- video gaming, parties, traveling, ect. It's great to be with these folks again.

And, oh, yes. When I'm around these east coast folks? There's always a lot of cosplay, too. Mainly plans at this point, but raepface had a cute idea for last weekend, which we went through with. Our first cosplay together, before we even really knew one another, was Byakuran & Shouichi, from that series about gay moofia and their pokemonz. So, we decided to have a bit of fun with our new cameras, and try out some outfits we hadn't done for them yet, for old time's sake.

So, ah, please take a look! Especially if you want an example of what our combined cameras can produce. It might be sort of a closet cosplay, but I'm really happy with our two new cameras, and the range and types of shots they can take, together! (Mina, we really have to have a photo get-together soon!)

Um, so, without further ado!; a nostalgia bomb before it's even had time to end! College Era Rebawn Cosplay.

Byakuran; raepface
Shouichi; nerdraeg
Photos By; Those two lamers, and the pool hall lady!

Let's Begin With Some Fabulous...

And Move On To Some Less Fabulous. :l

Let the battle begin! Who will be the pool champion?!

Yeah. Not Shocking, there.

But even looking this cool...

'Byakuran' still lost every single game. ~~Sorry, Jess!~~

Trick shot; super impressive!

Easy shot; super not impressive!

The lady who ran the pool hall set up this shot for us. Taking pool to a whole new competitive level?

After the game we went to a cafe for a bit.

IDK why people make marshmallow lollipops, but apparently, there is a booming industry for this.

Then someone made the mistake of saying 'try opening your eyes really wide for this shot', to look more innocent. Result? I've managed to prove the existence of aliens with my eyes. Orz.

So Cute! ~~It's a trap.~~

Living in Sapporo means I finally had access to all those really sweet things they sell in Japan for making your own Valentine's Chocolates! I'm pretty amazed they were edible.

Lady Gaga comes to mind for so many reasons right now.

After coffee, we went to the arcade for a while. And I got served, orz.

And now, for the best part of any photoset.
The Bloopers.

Charm & Grace. Some of us are just born with it.

Trying to sacrifice a cup of coffee to sugary experiments. Wry.

100xBear OTP. Not everyone in the fandom ships it, I hear.

The future arc, in a nutshell.

The first step to stopping a problem is admitting you have one. ):

Compulsive overeating is not limited to food, fyi.

Hazukashiiiiii. /Shot for an inside joke, I know, I'm sorry.

Says it all.

And finally, two artsy edited photos, for the road...

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The End!

So, as usual, if there are any questions about makeup, camera, location, anything! Just ask away and I'll be happy to let you know. &hearts Thanks for looking!

Otakon III; FFIX

2009-08-10T03:12:12Z

Hey Guys! Another Otakon batch I all done. This time, FFIX.

As always, if there are any photos missing here that you would like a copy of, let me know! (I think by now most everyone knows that the majority of the photos from our first shoot were wonderful, but unusable, due to poor lighting, and camera breakdown. But I’d still be happy to give anyone any of the photos they may have been looking forward to seeing! Just let me know, okay?)

&I seriously have to thank—everyone for participating, who did. This was my dream group for years, and you all were SUPER amazing, and made it fun & awesome! Despite the fact that it required so much effort, all nights, sweat shops, and walking through Princeton University dressed like gangters. And by gangsters, I mean, like this—

Cast List;

Garnet; penguins_queen
Zidane; nerdraeg
Kuja; raepface
Beatrix; waifus
Blank; __kaze__
Otakon Shoot Photographer; albel (Thank you!)
Princeton Shoot Photographer; carnivorous (Thank you!)
With Help From the A-Team; obtains, rukawagf, victims & youngavenger.

Otakon Shoot-

Crafty hand placement makes this location relevant!

Prettiest princess this side of Terra.

Thinking chaste, pure, noble thoughts, all the way.

You won’t find monkeys this badass at the zoo.

We don’t know how Steiner did it, either.

Our Epic Blank. (Sans his awesome gloves, which Quinna ate back at the hotel.)

In order of manliness. Ending with Beatrix.

Princeton Shoot;

Marylin has nothing on this.

…Or This.

Occupation: Creeper.

“I Want to be Your Canary.”

Can’t Touch This.

Maintaining Loner Status.

Dark Forest Antics: Because they blend in so well.

The End!

Thank you for looking! (: &Sleep sweet, everyone.

ANext;

2009-06-16T03:48:51Z

DIS KHAN. DOS FGTS.

I'm back from it. And I feel like I need to make icons of half of the quotes auefguaygygaf.

Also, the next two days of my life are going to be consumed in photo editing and comic!making.

But here, have some of this, in the meantime.

Facing your true self;

2009-03-19T18:36:06Z

Stolen from Jiajia. I've been told I don't share enough about what I think/feel so-- here's a shot at a free-for-all, right?

TRUTH MEME. Ask me any question and i will answer it as truthfully as I can.

Granted, I think I answer most things as honestly as I can, but-! I'll even leave on Anon posting for for a day, just in case anyone is too embarrassed to ask me in person.

The one thing I won't tolerate questions about, simply because it's rude after expressing my wishes on the topic, is anything medical. That'd be kind of low, guys. ):

Also, I spoke to my bb last night, after about a decade, haha. &hearts Overjoyed in 10 kinds of ways to hear she's doing really well!

Have a nice day guys. And don't forget your umbrella! (ella ella, hey hey hey?)

Bandwagons, Late, Disabled, Blurbs, Ect.

2009-01-09T19:27:01Z

The Social Links Meme

This Meme is way too much fun to fill out. Do it, awesomites.

Also, for today: Dreams are quirky bits of nature. When I woke up and couldn't think of the man in a real setting, I was sad he'd never been my teacher. Essays until the crayon runs out doesn't seem like a college exercise, in retrospect. But there was something very warm and ingenious about his class. On the other hand-- huh!

Translated Doujinshi: “Quiz” (10051; Katekyo Hitman Reborn)

2008-12-12T03:06:04Z

Title: Quiz
Circle: 7Sec
Pairing: 10051 (ByakuShou)
Characters: Byakuran, Shouichi, Spanner
Rating: R, for sexual themes. (HOWEVER, please note. With people like kiku and handlebars in mind, I put a warning before the smut takes place. Anyone who feels uncomfortable with porny images aiuhsefiuha and I’m actually with you, there can read up until the WARNING statement. I placed the normal passages under separate LJ cuts, so, if you go directly to my entry, you can read up to the warning, then use the second LJ-cut to skip the porn, and see the ending/the omake! &hearts I hope that’s helpful.)
Original Uploader: keikain @ byakusho (All the scans are hers! Please don’t ask me if you can use them.)

Notes: Translated for raepface, but I finally decided to kick some of my shy to the curb, and share the translation outside of Flock. However, post will go back to being Flock’d within a week’s time. Special thanks in this to jailbreakand technophile, for reasons that will come to light as you read along! Please read the translator’s notes at the end of the doujinshi, for better understanding of the text. (Especially go read where it asks you to, please! It’ll explain something that otherwise doesn’t make contextual/cultural sense in English.)

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TRANSLATOR’S NOTES:
Page Two;
Byakuran has a quirky way of speaking, in which he combines the words for 'study' and 'teach'. Because there was no way to effectively translate it into English, I made it into a full sentence.

Page Three;
Because the Subject of sentences (like headphones), on this page, are often not stated in Japanese (but obvious to the speaker/listener), I included the subject anyway—in here, and other places-- so it would make more sense.

Page Four;
Byakuran's 'please', in this case, is denotative of an order, to an underling (in short form, though, which also denotes that it's a casual order). Therefore, even though it sounds polite in English, it's a little scary, in Japanese!

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AUHDIAHJDOIAJODJA. Okay, so while translating, I was having a very difficult time trying to figure this page out. The words were easy, but the context seemed AWKWARD? I didn't know what the significance of '48 Hands' was, and thought it might be a cultural reference. SO A BIG THANK YOU TO jailbreak, WHO ASKED technophile WHAT IT MEANT FOR ME; auhfiuahufha and apparently, it's 48 famous sexual positions. Thank you for the information! 8D Haha.

Page Seven;
"Not like this… we're not doing it right." – In its literal form, he says, "Not in this way." But again, I wanted to include the unspoken implication in the text.

Page Eight;
I translated 'nether regions' incorrectly, due to prudishness. Come up with the real word on your own, please.

Page Eighteen;
'Tsukareba' means, literally, worn out. Not tired/sleepy, but physically drained.

Page Twenty;
Byakuran's statement about fashion being more important than form was difficult to translate into English. The phrase he uses, 'kara hairu', to connect 'physical/outside look' to the verb 'has/is', is a set phrase that can best be described as 'jumping the gun'. The phrase literally means as follows; (ex.) If you decide you want to play tennis, and before even trying out for the team (or even practicing at tennis), you go and buy yourself a uniform and an expensive racquet—you have pulled a 'kara hairu'. In other words, he's telling Shouichi, 'It's just like a Japanese person to be more concerned with the school uniform, than the learning itself! AMIRITE?' Shou counters roughly that only female high school students think like that, trying to be ironic. (Shou's sarcastic remark also didn't translate well. It was literally; 'What a clever thing to say, what you said, I feeel like, I should have also spoken about that, too.')

Page Twenty-One;
His shirt probably a joke on 'Blood Peppers', since it says 'Blood' ____ something. But the handwriting was too messy, and I couldn't make it out. Could be a joke about nosebleeds, too-?

Thanks for reading~ it was pretty fun to translate. &hearts SFX: UNF UNF, aside.

nerdraeg @ 2008-11-15T19:44:00

2008-11-16T00:53:24Z

http://community.livejournal.com/khrdressingroom/109005.html?thread=10733773#t10733773

THIS. Had me laughing so hard. jailbreak auhfiauh you're amazing.

I haven't had time to do this in forever. Go play, if you have time, too?

Also, Again;

Holiday Card Post, Here:

http://genkitozuku.livejournal.com/141550.html

This will help me know how many cards/candies I need to buy, as well as giving me an organized place to see all the addresses. So please don't assume you'll be getting one without giving me as address and the things you like about winter, unless you're IDK MY BFF or you gave birth to me; the information important for the cards I want to do this year.

And also, please don't refuse to comment out of modesty; if you KNOW I'd like to send you a card, just suck it up, and give me the info. Yeah, YOU. No, not you, you-- YOU. /Ends Hook reference.

I did get a really great response, though, and I'm physcheeed to go on a Holiday Card shopping/making binge!

Speak Up; Let's Hear It (I'm not LJ-cutting. Seriously, guys, reading is OK.)

2008-11-07T01:10:19Z

“Instead of stalkers, today we have bloggers, who go home an re-write every detail of us, to hundreds of people. Some of these feel I’m getting too old to lecture; one girl on the west coast, after seeing my white hair and my little red shawl commented that I looked like a Q-tip on fire. My family is hard-hearted, and laughed about this. Personally, I don’t find it rude. I’d rather be a Q-tip on fire than just a Q-tip, and more than that, my inner instigator saw hers, and said; that’s artistry.”
-Margaret Atwood.

What. An amazing lecture. Atwood was unreservedly hilarious in every aspect of her speech, with the kind of sharp-edge wit that had her discussing why the writer should “skip the larval stage” of plots, and ending with Palin on figure skates, trying to lift McCain as Obama leaped gracefully across stage in a tour de force figure skate-off.

Her lecture was on debt; or the fabrication thereof. Human ideas of monetary values, and the very real (at this point in time) suggestion that banks do not exist unless we believe in them—and the minute we stop, like the fairies in Peter Pan, they die.

And there certainly was a lot of hand-clapping going on today. She re-told the story of Scrooge as a modern gentleman, who instead of ‘bah humbug’ to charities, simply said ‘I am in a meeting.’ Her caricatures of the modern ideals of wealth and their implications to moral, social, and economical debt were fabulous.

One point she made which I particularly found intriguing was her classification of human reaction in times of crises. She stated that there are five brands of people; Those who run away, shut in, and ignore. Those who rush in to help, and offer suffer along with those they aid. Those who do neither, but record everything that happens, noticing and studying and writing. Those who seek to benefit and exploit disaster. And those who simply go on living their daily lives, as best as they are capable. (It makes you wonder, huh…? In the times of Black Death, would you be wearing a mask over your face, or doctoring, or documenting, or grave robbing, or just trying to make end’s meat? What moral debts do each of these positions owe, or are owed?)

Another point she made was the transition of earth as the ‘giver’, central to old religions, to that of the ‘victim’, used and battered on a global scale. It’s downfall from, literally, God, to, literally, a household disposable item, really made me reflect on ideas of wealth. Money, as a concept, was never something I was able to wrap my head around as important; the only real power of money is societal, constructed, defined, and created. We can dispose and revolt against it at any time we so wish. Wealth, then, is actually a lot more simple; wealth is food, water, air, and the accumulation of these things. It’s why, when I studied archeology in Scotland, I was particularly fascinated by Roman tradition of painting granaries on the tombs of the ‘upperclass’ dead. How much bread you control = how wealthy you were.

…Anyway, I had to leave before she even got to the second ghost, to go to another lecture aufhauhefhah.

BUT. BUT BUT BUT BUT. Before leaving I went to buy her new book auhuiahfuiah AND THE BOOKS WERE IN THESE HUGE STACKS, and I just picked on randomly, and the guy was like, Lol “Congratulations, you picked out the only signed copy.” ?!!?!?! Apparently, she signed one of the copies, and one person would randomly get it?! AUHDUAHDAUHDUA ♥

Anyway, then I attended a lecture by a Harvard Professor hosted by the Japanese Department on Comfort Women, and Korean identity in Japanese Society. Super, super interesting. I had a giant literarygasm with all of the American professors in the department, discussing Muraki’s book Underground, and how anti-sensationalist mindframe in Japan is restrictive over news and produces severely revisionist histories.

For anyone who doesn’t know, “Comfort Women” is the term given to Korean women who, thereabouts of 50 years ago, were tricked into being forced sex-workers in Japan, who went jailed, unpaid, and underfed while being subjected. The few surviving women involved have repeatedly asked the Japanese Government, who was about 20 years ago discovered by a news archivist to have been DIRECTLY INVOLVED with sanctioning this slavery trade, to apologize. They still have not. (And to this day, the yakuza is now in charge of it, though it isn’t given the same name.)

I was able to have a really interesting live chat with the Professor about the ideas of apology, implications thereof, and of course, ever popular, the talk on how it’s being opened to the public, and how it’s being taught.

Just because I’m a Japanese major, doesn’t mean I feel Japan is always right. Part of the reason I love to study it is because of how rigid a lot of what I think is a twisted set of rules are within that society, and how changes occur in it, and people’s reactions to these changes. (Believe it or not, if you’re an anime or a manga fan, you’re pretty much interested in the same thing, whether you realize it or not, fyi. o/)

In fact, the most… well, eye-opening part of the lecture for me was chasing Yoshimura-sensei down after it, to ask her thoughts on it, as the only Japanese person I saw in attendance. She was really reluctant to speak, but once she got going, man… ;;;

Yoshimura-sensei is my Japanese 326 Language Professor. For those of you who don’t know, I basically tend to think of her as a nazi incarnate. ;;;; Here’s what she had to say about Comfort Women—

“Americans tend to want to make a story out of everything, and do not look at topics objectively. If these women were having these things done to them—then why would they only speak about it fifty years after the fact? People can forget what really happened after such a long time. Moreover, it was in a time of war… and in war, there is famine. So you can’t be sure that these women didn’t CHOOSE to do this themselves, as a way of getting paid and staying fed. Prostitutes—I don’t know if you think it’s okay for me to use this word when speaking about these people—may then later make claims that they were ‘forced’ into it, to protect their social status, and for a little bit of money.”

Obviously, I in and of myself find this view appalling, and I think if Japan is trying to call itself abstinent, one needs only look at what they did to the Chinese in World War II. (But in general, I don’t like ‘they’ as a tagword, because obviously, not all of Japan did these things, not half of the Japanese people living TODAY did these things, and defining people under a collective history is something I tend to find repulsive in general, something that leads to racism. But that’s getting into a different topic entirely.) I did seriously appreciate getting to hear her view on it, though, the way it was taught to her, and her very serious disgust with these people, who, in my opinion, have been thoroughly abused by the Japanese government, and still are today. She did bring up a good point about objectivity, though.

How do you define objectivity, however? How can you define anything? Korean or Japanese, forced or choice. That’s a very societal construct in and of itself, and also a means for information control. Like, what makes a book a work of ‘literature’? In America, if you go in the Barnes & Noble, there’s a section called ‘literature’, because we divide books by genre, and split genre by ‘merit’. In Japan, however, if you walk into a bookstore, books are split between ‘females wrote these’ and ‘males wrote these’. Who comes up with these divisions, ranks them in terms of importance, and distributes them really effects how we process information. That’s so important in discussing any culture, or historical conflicts.

Anyway, I’m done now. Comments are disabled here, because this is my second post today. HOWEVER, it would make my day if anyone wanted to discuss ANY of the topics I brought up in ANY capacity, share your thoughts on this, or just ask questions. Even if someone read all the way through this, it’d make me smile. ;;; So please feel FREE to comment HERE (on my last entry) with anything you want to say, and I promise that any comments I get pertaining to this entry I will reply to /tonight/, asap. I’m really interested in hearing what some of you guys think. ♥

Fandom’s great and all, but sometimes a little Y SO SRS? Is amazing, too. You're ALL really smart and have great ideas. Let's hear them.

Collegeeeeeee I AM SO PUMPED TO STUDY NOW. ~~ALSO I WANT TO MINOR IN SCOCIO-ETHICS, SOB.~~

PS: “I’d like to think that half-hung Mary was my ancestor. …Mainly because, she had a strong neck.” –Atwood aeijhfuhafh hahaha;;;

nerdraeg @ 2008-09-01T16:24:00

2008-09-01T20:34:19Z

So, I arrive on campus, and go up to my floor. Elevator opens, revels our theme: Hogwarts.

Clarification: All floors of all dorms have their own 'theme', which decorates the halls and all of the name plates on the doors. Last year, mine was Latin Roots, before that, Clocks. Man, I was always super jealous of the floor that got the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme. 8D

Each person is assigned a house;

Addy: //Knocks on the front door.
Amanda: //Answers. "Hey, you."
Addy: "Hey. ...So I see I'm Gryffindor."
Amanda: "About that. I have issues with that."
Addy: "And I see you're Hufflepuff."
Amanda: "I have SO MANY ISSUES with this. It's unfair, I tell you. UNFAIR."

Hahaha, scorrre. 8Db My suite mates are AMAZNG and dorky and hilarious. Getting to know Julie and Jess is going to be a real treat. ~~I am rooming with so many mommies, it's insane. I was here for ONE HOUR before they had gotten me to wash up, eat fruit, rest, ect. ect.~~

I don't doubt the geekery of my school when the first person seen upon entering is a kid on a bike sporting an AB Staff Shirt.

I kind of love it here.

I kind of don't know how to use this MacBook Pro.

I kind of have to go take a nap now, before I combust.

--Amanda made me a photo album of our two previous years here together. Very win. Taking her out for birthday hijinks later.
--GIRLS VARSTY TRYOUTS POSER SAYS: "GOALIE NEEDED!!!!" ...Temptation, why so high?
--Vishal (haha, what the heck, you go to my school now, this is difficult to compute) if you're bored or lost later, text.

Sorry for disabling comments. As soon as I wake up, I'll reply to anything I haven't on my last entry, so if you want to tell me anything, feel free to do it there and I'll be sure to get back to you. ♥

Come On, Get Happy

2008-08-27T17:12:05Z

Hey Guys;

A lot of you seem down recently, and that's not on.

Whether we get the chance to speak a lot, or no, for anyone whose in the midst of feeling blue, just a quick message;

--Don't listen to what other people have to say about YOU. You know you better than anyone else, right? And while opinions and criticisms can be helpful, that's all they can be. Especially with all the Anon stuff going on recently, from that silly RP-thing, to the usual 4chan BS. Opinions that pose a critique can be helpful; but no opinion should ever make you feel poorly about yourself, your talents, what you like, and what you can do. We all have different tastes, different ideas; disagreeing doesn't automatically make one party wrong.

We're all good at some things, and we're all improving, too.

And Look. If someone really has nothing better to do than to rag on you facelessly? That's not a very kind, nor a wise person. Anyone who gets a high off of making someone else feel poorly, while being a coward to boot? Their opinions aren't ever worth it. Never.

Work hard. Make yourself happy. Be proud of YOU. Stop putting yourself down, and if other people are putting you down, too? Then they have a lot of work left to do on themselves before they have the right to point fingers in anyone else's directions.

Even if it's your family, your friends. Even if it's someone you know, love, or trust. If someone is making you feel badly about yourself, please just look at all that you've accomplished, all that you do just by getting up every day, going to work or school, being a friend, trying your best-- and find something to be proud of. All of you have done so much, -do- so much, and I know this just by having the honour of reading about snippets of your lives.

I sorely hope that no one I know acts in such a hurtful way, either. Or has to hide in order to say something rude, or cannot pose something that's difficult to hear in a manner that isn't cruel. That's honestly just sad, okay? Even if you have a problem with someone... there are much more mature ways of handling it, really. Please, even if you dislike someone; think about how comments like that make you feel, first.

Something good can be found in everyone. Something bad, too, I'm sure.

Harping on the good is way more constructive than misconstruing whatever flaws people have. Flaws are what make you YOU, and they're important, too, hey.

Guys. Feel better, all right? ♥
And I'm around to talk to if ANYONE needs it, regardless of how often we tend to speak. Even if we haven't had a conversation in years. (Haha, orz, I can't think of anyone like that, but if you're out there. ;;;)
I_steal_cookies@hotmail.com = Messenger [MSN]
MaddieJS = Messenger [Skype]
914-299-2024 = Phone
maddie.salters@gmail.com = Email

Cheer up; there's a lot to laugh about. :D
http://www.utilitarianism.com/happy-pig.jpg

PS: Julieeeeeee I'm exciteeeeeeed about tonight, and have it done already. Ufufu. ♥ This is awesome, ILU.

nerdraeg @ 2008-08-19T22:06:00

2008-08-20T02:31:45Z

http://neneno.livejournal.com/132259.html

GUYS, IF YOU WANT A COPY OF THE DOUJINSHI THAT NENENO DREW AND ADDY WROTE, SEE THAT POST.
Uh, the printed version will include... commentary? I finished mine, Nene. Was it allowed to have a doddle? *shot.* :D And a Have a Nice Day page. How exciting. (IT REALLY IS AUIDHAUIHDIUAH.)

What's way more exciting, however, is that Neneno is going to collaborate with me for another story. ♥ Y So Lucky, Me? ~~auiehfiuah Neneno, you're my hero. ♥~~ Haha, I kind of think our Logo should be a bowl of happy noodles with flags sticking out of them. So, I'd ah... better go write something. ;;; Heh.

Aaah, I think I've been spoiled for the past few weekends. So many great moments with friends, a lot of cosplay dorkery as usual, and my favourite things; MT (lolol King Joey), Cupcakes, parks at night...

Now that work is winding down, I'm just kind of sitting her going 'maaaaa, so bored?'. On the upside, Hugh is coming to visit. Hugh, aka. best Friend From School In Scotland Hugh. Hugh as in 'Haha remember that time you got drunk and I thought it would be a good idea to take a walk, and we ended up stuck in a volcano, FOR SERIOUS, at 2am?' Hugh. euihfiah GETTING LOST IN ENGLAND DRESSED AS ALIENS, AFTER BEING KIDNAPPED BY CHARITY WORKERS HUGH. Ohman, I miss my dorky amazing Irish friend, this will be wonderful. *v*

Right now, though, I am a bit bored (I have free time for the first moment in what feels like a century; I don't know what to DO with it, it's a really confusing state of being), so please feel free to hit me up? I'm up for. Anything. Going out tonight (so long as you're in the tri-state area), catching up on old storylines that I've been miserable at replying to, just chatting for a bit-- I don't get to talk to anyone enough anymore, it feels like. And starting back at school in a couple of weeks? Won't help any, haha. I don't want to become inaccessible. I am trying my best at this. I want to stay a part of everything for as long as I can, because nothing is more fulfilling.

I made so many excellent new friends this summer, now I'm getting a visit from an excellent old one, and I get to go to school knowing that Vishal is going to actually be there, OHOH. //SAPPY @ YOU BECAUSE YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT. Yup, the world is just very at peace, right now. A little too at peace, needs more epic sword battles, if you ask me.

The free hours have given me some time to work on stuff, though, which is such a plus. :D However, I feel like if I have to put anymore time into this Hibari picture, I'm going to light my computer on fire. aiuhfiaehhgfa Jess, here is the preview you wanted?

Eventual picture for Mahou, who is a terrible person for making me instantly like this character. :'D Madness.

And Chels, ah, working on your fic, too. 8Db Random. Mid-story. Chunk. Coming at you~

Gokudera’s voice has inadvertently stealthed its way in from behind, storming the castle of Tsuna’s pubescent dilemmas with enough force to knock over the mute, horrified wall he’d built up around it. Tsuna feels like he might pass out.

His face is burning, and he’s on the edge of a panic attack.

Because Gokudera Hayato has just caught him asking his pillow to the eighth-grade dance.

Granted… it was Gokudera Hayato who had caught him, for once in lucky conjunction, as he was quite possibly the only one who could have caught Tsuna playing out dubious fantasies with his pillow, and on-the-spot, thought of a dozen well organized excuses for why that was perfectly acceptable behaviour. Topic Sentence: 'Clearly, suffering the fact that no living, breathing individual past or present comes close enough to meeting the Tenth’s standards of excellency in humanoid mating rituals, the superlative Vongola Boss is forced to resort to courting pillows. Paragraph Two will discuss how this is probably all Yamamoto Takeshi’s fault, and Paragraph Three will detail what I will do to anyone who questions the Tenth’s newfound pillow-orientation, and just how much glue you’ll need to fucking fix yourself, assholes…'

Tsuna has transcended dizziness, and just feels the ordinary thrum of nausea now.

Gokudera, who has been waiting patiently for a reply, finally cracks. “Tenth, excuse me for interrupting your-“

“NO. I wasn’t d-doing anything, Gokudera, really.”

“Oh.”

The silence isn’t exactly awkward, only because Tsuna has come to accept that awkwardness is his normative state, his natural habitat, which only seems to spawn into a utopia of utter graceless unease when Gokudera is added to the equation. Civil unrest continues in the pit of his stomach.

He tries again.

“I really wasn’t doing anything.”

“Would you like to do something, Tenth?” Gokudera wonders at him, bullet-quick. After all, he needs to know these things. –After all, he’s the right-hand-man.

“I, ah-“

“—We could not do something, too.” Gokudera interjects again, turning ‘I’ into ‘We’ with the spotless ease of the naturally intrusive.

ER, PS: I ATE FISH WITH THE MORAL SUPPORT (AND BY THAT, I MEAN RAUCOUS LAUGHTER AND /LIVE FILMING/) OF 'SO-HELPFUL FRIENDS' THIS WEEKEND. And then might have thrown up the next morning, hahaha, o-orz. Okay, not trying that again any time soon. I'm actually proud of myself, however. /o/ Taaaaaaaaake thaaaaaaat, dead fish.

THEANONYMOUSMEME
Last edit, I promise. I always try to do these, despite the fact that I rarely get an Anon reply, just in case someone needs to get something, anything off their chests.

Otakon and the MOST PHOTOS EVER; Do not ask me to LJ cut, it won't happen.

2008-08-12T03:25:31Z

Otakon Report;

The Con of Over 9,000 Photoshoots.

Haha, okay, so I’m pretty sure my entire Saturday and Sunday was brim-full with running from one photoset to another. (Aah, I do think I warned some time in March that the summer months are photo-filled? So, sorry again for any photospam.)

Otakon was a blast. Very scattered, somewhat stressful at points, but I think the little relaxed moments, the laughter and the myspace moments made it all breathable and memorable and amazing. Otakon is always the con where there are so many people, you feel like you can’t get enough face time with everyone; but I was so, so, so pleased that I got to hang out with a TON of you, and often, at that. It made it all worth it.

It’s phenomenally difficult to highlight 78 hours riddled with absolute epic, but here goes.

Thursday:
--Heading down to Baltimore at Really Late O’Clock with Vishal. Inside jokes and naps on comfy pillows.
--Vishal’s Glitter Hat—DOES IT DAZZLE YOU?—loose on the Baltimore streets at night. Fabulous.
--“I’M FROM CANADA.” …Hahaha, drunk guys looking for dates. ;;; Only made more hilarious by the sheer number of pajama pants, underage girls, and Kit dressed as Belphagor at the time.
--Soda Candy and Hotel Room games of Mafia. What are the rules again, guys?
--“RACHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL.”

Friday:
--Waking up to a room full of awesome people and a right arm full of… Kit. 8D ♥ Only children aren’t used to being edged off the bed, haha, it was pretty funny.
--Bridal style rides around the con.
--Haxing massive lines, and celebrating with… toaster strudel?
--Meeting up with Sam. ♥ D’aaw she’s so sweet. Bumming Baltimore a bit at night, and never being able to view Jess’ hair the same way ever, ever again. .___.
--Delicious Milk and Moar DO I DAZZLE YOU NOW? Glittershoots.
--YA YA YA YA TSU TSU TSU TSU YO YO YO YO KA KA KA KA NANI NANI NANKAAAA?
--Dueting Roxanne with Twinkin while waiting at the Cheesecake Factory.
--Taking down ridiculous third parties who decide to step in and upset people I care about. SO THERAPUTIC TO LAY THE SMACKDOWN, YO. Burger King moment all over again, Dave.
--“Can I have a hug?” “That’s what I’m here for.”
--Jess + Portal = Hilarity OTP.
--“RACHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL.”

Saturday:
--Millefiore group of utter win and MUCH make-up. So Much Gangsta’ Glam.
--Moe Maid Jen being a Moe Maid. Some things use Mastercard. Some things are priceless. :D
--Margenes. Margieeens? MARJEANS? –That voice aiufhiauhfua. Let’s go make the commercials, asap. Super seller.
--Getting to hear Jess play the piano for me; the most delicate song I’ve heard in a while. So, so sweet, hon. That + Our epic gay fangirling was made of magic.
--Finally eating. Om nom delicious pizza, slippery ice, Moe Jen Chewing, crown stealing, Piggy Back Ride Races, break dancing, and most importantly, fierce sword battles.
--More mafia card games – WHAT ARE THE RULES AGAIN? DE JA VU—this time with poor mood music, twice the ku-fu-fuing, and combustible Pedobears.
--“Double Face”
--Couchtiems, full with the usual beatings and hijinks.
--“RACHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL.”

Sunday:
--You spin me right-round baby right-round; being spun around by the entire larp room. ♥ Excuse the cursing but, fuck, I love you guys.
--Enjoying a nice, casual lunch at… Hooters? O-orz, my cheeks.
--More photoshoots. Getting a Gokumommy and my lovely, lovely Prince being lovely, lovely.
--Margie being Thug with her tattoos. Ohsnap.
--Spending the rest of the evening with Vishal, Jess, Jen, Margie, Jia, and Lindsey. Another, more casual shoot, to the point where it was less like cosplay, and more like us. Being us. In wigs. Drinking ~~tea~~ rum. Obviously.
--Voyeuristic Hibird.
--Going to con security RPG style, full with sneaking, ~~dark hallways~~, and creepy vestibules with slightly cold, smoky aftertastes, followed by breaking in (?) to a staff uber dinner. Delicious apple pie, overcooked beef, and minty green tea.
--~~Jen not beating me up for a whole hour, oh my gosh.~~
--EVENTUAL MARGIEBARI.
--Riding back with Vishal; Liberi Fatali, CECIL and PEMBERLY, random parking lot naps, rocking out 7th grade style, and general lulz. :D

And of course, the best highlight; everyone who went. I promised a lot of you I’d put up a list, since haha, I know everyone, and now you guys should know all of you too. :D So please look on this list, and see if you met up with one another at a con, and keep in touch, okay? ♥

Vishal __kaze__, Julie jubeichan, Dave sleepy_syusuke, Jess raepface, Jia fish_chan, Margie kiku, Jen penguins_queen, Julie youngavenger, Megs meganubunny, Kit poisontea, Dana chibitifa, Mitch mitzusan, Goo~ googuru_girl, Alisha lautism, Sam handlebars, Madi morninglow, Mikoto sapling, Finchy greyfinch, Stealthy funk_mastah_ion, Holly jantra , Linda shintotenshi02, Carrie neoangelwink – It was great to see absolutely all of you. If I missed anyone at the con, we’ll try to see each other soon, all right? And if someone you met didn’t have a LiveJournal, and thus, isn’t here, please poke me, and I’ll give you their AIM/MSN, all righty?

Thanks, guys. And now, ah—how about ~~some~~ a lot of photos? (Despite the fact that it wasn’t the only thing that any of us cosplayed, please note; most of these are Reborn flavoured photosets.)

WARNING: There are a SICK number of photos in this post. SICK, okay? A LOT. And a lot of them include me, so I apologize for the unattractive ahead of time. My friends make up for it a ton though. (: Please, please enjoy as much as we did.

FRIDAY;

Reborn Shoot

Gokudera; handlebars
Yamamoto; nerdraeg
Reborn; raepface
Marmon; lautism

PROS: Everything about this was a Pro. Jess’ photography is ace, getting to meet up with Sam and do this was just so damn cool that I have no coherent words—except, maybe, that I choked. =3 Ohoh.
CONS: Pelvic pain, being about 72 feet shorter than Sam, and of course, Jess losing her wallet some time after this. ):

Lots of this. But first—

New facebook photo, amirite? DON’T LOOK SO DEPRESSED, REBAAWN, TSU TSU TSU YO YO YO KA~

So hardcore. Posaing on stairs, rather than walking down them…

Certifiably cute~

So badas—

--aiueohfiuaehfiuah DERP. ._.

Sam had a frowning problem, I had a grinning problem. 8D

Insert your ‘aww’s here.

A mafia trip to Barnes and Nobles “Boo Sellers”.

Moar posing with stairs.

Drawin’ a heart. (: Sap sap sap sap sap sap sap.

Bringin’ up the rear. Cause that’s how Yamamoto rolls.

“Durhurhur, rite, Gokudera?”

Apparently not. ._.

“Lookit, baseball.” “Sob.”

Clearly the most exciting thing since the invention of mouth guards.

Almost as fucking exciting as milk. ~~This is why I don’t smile, guys.~~

Candid. :D

Reading material of champions.

Kind of…

Violence solves everything.

Priceless look on Sam’s face is priceless in the face of such queerocity.

Look, we got her to frown in a photo. :D

Twice. :D

Delicious Obligatory Wall.

Gangsta’.

“Ur kind of a jerk.” “UR KIND OF A TARD.”

“Durhurhur Just Kidding.” “…UR KIND OF A TARD.”

True Story: They’re eating wood.

Stop missing, Reborn. ):

Daaaaw. Addy had to get on her tippy toes to reach, yo.

Told you we choked. ~~Best inside joke is best.~~

SATURDAY;

Millefiore Shoot

Byakuran; raepface
Shouichi; nerdraeg
Uni; kiku
Spanner; fish_chan
Gamma; sleepy_syusuke
Ginger Bread; penguins_queen

THE FACE THAT LAUNCHED ONE THOUSAND SHIPS.

Join our Revolution. =O

Spiders in your coffee.

PedoPedoPedo.

Shou is Batman. Fizzy already knew that.

Jess So Amazing.

Shoulder bra. =D

aoiefjiuaehfiuhaiP; Margie.

Plottin’ Your Demise.

“Stop plottin’ so we can discuss stuffs aiufhiahfuiahfiah.”

A meeting of minds…

…And hats.

You don’t find a girl like this every Millennia.

Baaaw such loyalty.

Baaaaw mindraep.

Baaaaaw Y SO TALL?

Awyoutwo.

Creepy Cookie.

And now for a lot of this.

Byakuran is also Batman.

“Blahblahblahblah.” “ZzZzZzZz.”

True Story of my life.

//loves on this photo

Someone caption this. 8D

Thisssssss is just neat. (:

Gankutsuou Shoot

The Count; greyfinch
Albert; sapling
Haydee; ???
Peppo; penguins_queen
Fail Franz; nerdraeg

Moe Jen.

8059 Shoot

Yamamoto; raepface
Gokudera; nerdraeg

Role revesal.

ILU Jess, really.

In which Yamamoto is a secret Vampire.

A lot.

One.

Two.

Three.

Fail.

A lot.

Revenge?

Aww.

Hahaha, I have no idea.

This is blurred, but I love Jess’ smile there.

Gtfo Baseball Cooties.

No idea this photo was being taken. Jess just gives really good massages.

Well-placed thumb was well placed.

OKAY, THE FOLLOWING PICTURES ARE GAG REEL DERP-PHOTOS, AND SUM TYL STUFF. YOU’RE ALMOST DONE. YOU CAN DO IT. I BELIEVE.

Om Nom Nom. .___.

Check the finger out on that baby.

Hardcore slappy fight.

Let’s try that again, guys…

Moar fail.

Eyeliner is for real men.

Tsuna is not sure if Do Want.

Y SO TALL, MOM?

So similar~

You know how Italians get around pretty ladies…

This photo melts my heart with cute.

Word.

So many pretty Princesses in this Mafia.

SO MANY.

So, so many…

Are we moe yet?

Finally in character; KO’D by lulz.

OHSHI—DOUBLE FACE.

=D

SO GAR.

Try to guess who here is cosplaying Tsuna. (:

Dramatic Re-enactment.

Fail during the mafia game. Blame Pedobear.

More fail when Gokudera votes off Tsuna.

Crab Battle.

Join the win team.

Randomly: YOU TWO ARE THE CUTEST THINGS, GAAAH.

THE BEST PHOTO EVER TAKEN.

Makin’ Tea.

Asssssssshat. (:

Let’s get a little more serious for the last round;
Minishoot done for Kit’s Bel;

Mini Family Shoot;

Aw, the special three.

♥

Lol Jen.

I ran out of stuff to say. I’ll just steal from Vishal. “The coolest mother fuckers in the universe.”

THE END.

A huge thank you to Jess, for taking the vast majority of these, and uploading them.

People were also speaking of wanting icons. If anyone wants any of these photos iconed, don’t be afraid to let me know.

HEY ricordi, DO U LIEK MY ICON?

2008-05-20T05:24:46Z

Pffthahaha, OK. I know some epic human beings.
neneno & nerdraeg strike again.

Neneno (Sooyun) says:
Someday we'll meet D8! Somedaaaaay
Addy says:
D8 UNTIL THEN, WE CAN DRAMATIZE IT. "Nenenooooooooooooo, SOB. SO CLOSE, AND YET. ...LIKE 2 HOURS TOO FAR."
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
"SOOOOB. WE'LL BOTH FEEL THE HOT CALIFORNIAN SUN. AND ON SOME LEVEL, WE'LL FEEL EACH OTHER'S PRESENCE SOMEWHERE WITH IN A 2 HOUR RADIUS."
Addy says:
"I WILL STOP, AT SOME POINT, AND SEE A GRUMPY TOURIST CURSING THAT HEATED SUNLIGHT, AND IN THE LINES OF THEIR MOODY EXPRESSION, I WILL SEE -YOU-."
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
Hahahaha I lol'd 8DDD. "ONE DAY, THAT PERSON WILL ACTUALLY BE -ME---" orz. that'd be a terrible first impression.
Addy says:
uhedfiuah hahahaha 8D My mental image
Balding 60-year-old man: "BAAH THIS BLASTED CALIFORNEEE WEATHER."
Addy: *Stares.*
Balding 60-year-old man: *BECOMES NENENO.*
Addy: :'D It's like the Spanish Inquisition, I never saw it coming.
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
fj;asdfja;sk XDDD WHAAAT. That'd be pretty amazing though.
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
Kind of like in the Matrix.

-------------------------------------------------

Neneno (Sooyun) says
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9PqjMSNfkU <--- puhahaha I hope it's not an actual show 8'D. It's so strange.
Addy says:
The info says it's a show 8D
Okay, I'm cracking up 8D this song is hilarious
CHEESE PARTY IN HIS TUMMY, NENE. YOU ARE INVITED.
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
oh man, srsly?! hahahhaa really really strange show
Addy says:
I like how it's compared to Pee Wee Herman. That was weird, too.
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
WHOO AWESOME. BECAUSE I WANT TO GO TO THE PARTY IN HIS TUMMY TOO
Addy says:
But nothing is weirder, imo, then that scene from Dumbo.
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
What's Pee Wee herman =O?
...the drunk scene in dumbo XDD?
Addy says:
it's. a really disturbing kid show which starred a gay pedophile ._. who acted. ._. like a gay pedophile.
8D the elephants on parade scene.
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
...ha-- who comes up with children's shows orz.
elephants on parade-- er, I don't remember that scene *_*
Addy says:
euifhiah scariest eveeeer
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
ohh, drunk scene = elephants on parade scene
Addy says:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Dn-noJG4gT8&feature=related pee wee 8D;;;
That. Would explain it then. *shudder*
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
LOLL that pee wee video XDDD
hahhahaha his facial expressionssss
Addy says:
XDDD Kids showssssssss. So interesting.
Haha, but that other guy is a pretty famous actor now.
The one in the cow pants 8D
Speaking of the Matrix 8D
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
ohh haha I thought he looked famili-- oshi
Addy says:
8D hahaha.
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
;faskjdf;ajsdf;ajsf;ajs;dfjkas
Addy says:
*dying, k.* XDDDDDDD
"RED PILL OR THE BLUE PILL?"
You cannot unsee it.
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
HAHAHA I'M. CHOKING PUHAHAHAA
Addy says:
adhnuaihdhka hahahaha oh gosh, I can't stop laughing now ;;;
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
I can't imagine Morpheus without the cow pants now. hahhahhaha sob sob
Addy says:
Ok, I'm in the common room, just. 8D Laughing.
AND THE WIG, IMO.
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
fjas;dfa;fjsa THE WIG TOO, NOW X'DDDD
Addy says:
"Neo... .... let me vaccum. =<"
The Matrix just got so much better :'D
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
I need to rewatch that movie.
Neneno (Sooyun) writes:

Addy says:
................................................................................
Addy says:
Pffthahahahahahahahahahaha 8D
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
THAT'S SERIOUSLY HOW I IMAGINE HIM NOW.
Addy says:
I WILL NEVER UNSEE THAT.
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
HAHAHAHA 8DD
lolll this is relevant 8'DD: http://youtube.com/watch?v=Hd3-fb6MSew
Addy says:

Neneno (Sooyun) says:
fja;lsdfja;fa;s <3 <3 <3
Addy says:
The wiggles? 8D
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
..hahahahh *saves* XDD
Addy says:
dihufahs hahaha that song
THAT reminds me of Stephan Lynch :'D
We're like a never ending cycle of politically incorrect
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
XDDD wait wait who's Stephan Lynch =O?
Addy says:
Ahh--
Addy says:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=VwxhsL5anS0&feature=related
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
Hahahhahahaa XDDD.
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
I want to make up a super hero 8|

Ok, so; Weirdest kids show/cartoon scene you've ever been subjected to? DO TELL.

I am studying so hard. ._.

EDIT://
Addy says:
And bombs obviously don't make me laugh, or I'd have a severe problem with reborn fandom....
...actually....
Addy says:
To be honest, when people add an 's' to the end of dynamite (I thought that was one of those words that was both singular and plural? like deer? 8D), that. is almost as bad as the other word, in terms of spontanious laughter.
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
....XDDDDD
Addy says:
XD I mean it's a WORD. But it SHOULDN'T BE. EVER.
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
dynamites... i don't know. kind of sounds like a verb to me.
Addy says:
euheahhahahah;;;; oh god. it's just like
imagine a demolition worker
"We set up the dynamite around the building. We're good to go."
No one is going to think he means JUST ONE STICK, OKAY.
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
XDDD
Addy says:
But then, how can anyone take this seriously--?
"THE DYNAMITES ARE READY. : |"
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
f;lajds;flajs;f HAHAHHAA X'DDDD
Addy says:
sfyaesfg SEE? 8D
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
W- WHY IS THAT FUNNY
Addy says:
BECAUSE.
DYNAMITES.
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
;sdfja;ffajs;dfk it doesn't even look like a word anymore
Addy says:
It shouldn't be, I veto it 8D
Neneno (Sooyun) says:

Neneno (Sooyun) says:
like. MITES. f;asjdkfjs;d I concurr.
Addy says:
edfhauehf HAHAHA
Addy says:
"Those dynamites. They're unstoppable. The problem is becoming BOMBastic."
Neneno (Sooyun) says:
XDDDDDDD *dead*

And THEN we made a kids show about Dynamites and Demolition workers. Ehem.
THEME SONG:
“Dynamites and Friends.
Their Adventures Never End.
Two parts gunpowder, one part muddy,
And one-hundred percent your favourite omnivores buddy~
We detonate, won’t deflagrate,
And when the day is done,
We’ll infest your house, like a louse,
And sing this happy song =D”

Now I should probably. Sleep moar. J-jeez, ILU Nene. 8D

Hey Happy, I'm Feelin' Glad

2008-05-11T20:18:08Z

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, nerdcore!

Here is your request, a little late, but much, much ♥

I had really wanted to do something to match Realistic Yamamoto’s, portrait, so thank you, nerdcore, for giving me the perfect opportunity, with a character I would have been way too shy to touch with a ten-foot pole, otherwise. :’D Guys, please remember, since this is for Chas, do not repost it anywhere or use it for anything without getting her permission first. Thanks a lot. ♥

There is also a CORRECTED version; where the right and left sides of his face are more even. It looks more whole, but I liked it less, haha. ;;; But, it’s HERE, if you’d like to see.

Also, testing out a new style for kiku.

It didn’t work out so well. 8D I doubt I’ll be trying that again, haha, but it was a lot of fun to try out. ~~I’m still learning so much about photoshop. After a year, it’s still surprising me.~~

Hey, FLIST: I’m totally re-doing all of my icons (thank you to rainbloom, hikachiin, kiku, handlebars, tsunayoshi, and sigmund for making me a few ♥ ), and because I’m a total friendfag, I’d love to have matching icons with you guys. LOLHI parametric. So if you’re up for having a set made for us, just drop me off an image, and I’ll get on it.

Happy Mother’s Day, to all the Mommies on my List. :D

Chaspurayu. Or something like it.

2008-04-10T21:50:29Z

Waahaha, chibitifa, oh you. &hearts

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this, but after a pep talk from parametric (nothing that a little motivational nomming can’t cure, haha, o waifu) I’m strapped in and prepared to take the nosedive.

So, here’s the skinny: I promised my dearheart, chibitifa, that I would post cosplay photos of myself in some of my older & newer outfits. Haha, it was quite the search (do my fellow nerds remember back in the day, when taking a single scrappy picture in a Marriott lobby while making frantically ooc poses cut it? God help my fifteen-year-old soul, if I’d been asked what an ‘aperture setting’ was back then; “Uh—does it have to do with aviation? 8D”)—but. I managed to compile a fairly… acceptable set?

Warning, though: These really are largely more recent. Apologies. I know you wanted to see ‘all of my costumes’, and this is less than half-of. But, shoot, to be honest, I don’t think I could suffer to have THAT many photos of MAI FACU in one entry. This is already a little embarrassing (read: mildly mortifying, ohoh XD), but, heck.

HERE WE GO. &hearts
(Also included in these photos: __kaze__, kiku, morninglow, penguins_queen, kakumei_chan, fish_chan, cardnav, soulessthinker , arivess, odditypist, sleepy_syusuke, elricalphonse and danchuu. You guys didn’t really think you could escape, now did you, BFFs?)
Includes one Anime Boston picture, so morninglow won’t strangle me in my sleep. ILU2 BB.

KAMUI//X-1999 ARTBOOK
Why smile when you can vogue it? Aka: Orz my facial expressions, and lack thereof.
Photos By: Kyle @ Cosplay.com

So, here’s the vinyl monster. It broke a good 9 sewing needles before I broke out the metal glue in a fit of RAEG. Three sleepless nights produced this costume, so thick around, that if you set the jacket down, it stands up on its own; literally, you walk right into the costume.

The severed head; Fuuma; was affectionately dubbed ‘Sigmund’ during a dorky student-run parody film a few friends and I did of Mortal Kombat. Sigmund is a Professional Stunt Head, and is currently residing in my dorm room, retired to a wig head, and wearing Squalo’s hair.

I figured this was a good costume to begin with, for those of you who have no idea what I look like in real time. :D That’s. Basically it~ Minus, perhaps, the red leather pants. On weekdays, at least. No wig, very, very minimal makeup, and. More vitally-- That lovely with me is one of my friends-since-forever, Hannah. And my entire excuse for posting Kamui first is really as follows—

These two photos. Are probably my favourite of Ever. The hands, for some reason. And Han’s facial expression. She’s just adorable. &hearts //Friend Fag

SUBARU SUMERAGI//X-1999
Photos By: cardnav

Haha, I bought a heinously expensive contact lens that was supposed to white out the ‘missing’ eye. It made it watery gray, instead. 8Db

Also; er—I’m about seventeen in these? My narration skills are poor. 8D

RELM ARROWNY//FINAL FANTASY VI
Photo By: J.F.

Girls: They sometimes happen, when I cosplay. Sometimes.

OMI TSUKIYONO//WEISS KRUEZ
Photo By: J.L.

NAGI NAOE//WEISS KRUEZ
Photo By: A Fan's View
Includes: soulessthinker , sleepy_syusuke

Tru Fax: I put together every costume in the photo a day before the convention. Accuracy is occasionally overrated? (H-haa…)

QUATRE WINNER//GUNDAM WING: ENDLESS WALTZ
Photo By: J.L.

ALPHONSE ELRIC//FULL METAL ALCHEMIST: CoS
Photo By: N.L.S.

Best Part: Getting to smile like DORKBAIT. &hearts

Second best: Being fully satisfied with the binding job.

EDWARD ELRIC//FULL METAL ALCHEMIST//CoS
Photos By: N.L.S.
Includes: sleepy_syusuke

Most adorable Heidrich ever, Y/Y?

& My version of Heidrich (I made an outfit for both Dave, and myself. The wig pictured in both is currently the Squalo wig. I can’t believe it’s not butter, and all that.)

AERITH// FINAL FANTSY VII

REMUS LUPIN// HARRY POTTER –BOOK CANON-

Extreeeeme Makeup. This was a ton of fun to do; one of the only costumes to date where the makeup was the most challenging aspect, and there I’ve had to use more of it on my arms than on my face, haha. :D

Props were also a riot to do for that, though, ack, unfortunate to say: No good pictures of the handstiched Marauder’s Map handy. Yas, yas. I AM indeed THAT much of a nerd.

YURI// ALIEN 9
Includes: kakumei_chan

VINCENT VALENTINE// FINAL FANTASY VII

That’s actually my first cosplay costume, right there. Bears all the flaws of it (including the fact that the boot tips were misthought-out, and I could only wear the thing for about a few hours before it was overkill), but; I admit that I love it a lot. Limp collar and everything.

JADE CURTISS// TALES OF THE ABYSS
Photos By: THAT GUY. Who we really should have bought lunch for, after all the trouble he went through… nicest person ever, we salute you.
Includes: morninglow , __kaze__ , danchuu, fish_chan , kiku, penguins_queen, sleepy_syusuke

Hohoh. This. Will never not make me laugh, kiddo.

More Pimp than 200 Hibirds.

GOKUDERA HAYATO// KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN – 3 VERSIONS
Includes: Kaze-moto, SheepyTsuna, PenguinyBari, HatefulBianchi, OddityBel
Varia Fait-o:

Failget Suit Version:

Namimori, Yo:

SUPER SHARKIE SQUALOOO// REBOFAGDOM

++At Anime Boston, the sheer number of complements the wig got really startled me. It has a Halloween dye job, and was previously styled for a Guy Cecil cosplay:

AND ONE NORMAL ONE FOR YOU DANA, MY FAVFAG. &hearts

IDK MY BFFS FIVE YEAR OLDS. 8D

AND THAT’S. ENOUGH. For probably forever. 8D Here, a doodle to hopefully make it better:

SPRING. BE HAPP-EH. :D

To segway, a little; FANIME.
JetBlue Tickets: Booked.
Costume List: Updated.
Excitement: Like a mother, baby.

It doesn’t get much better than this; heading out to one of my favourite states with one of my bestfriendkins, to finally get to put faces to a lot of the lovely names on my Flist that brighten my day. Then heading down to L.A. for sunshine and piano playing, family hang-outs and rollercoasters. I’m pretty psyched. So, FLIST, PLEASE LET ME KNOW:

++Who else is going?
++And are you up for Disney adventures, sometime thereafter?
(Also: Many of you were sweet enough to offer me roomspace. Looks like I may need it; do offers still stand?)

Oioi, __kaze__. Are you up for a roadtrip in August? Josh will be spending the summer in Montreal with mathy internships, and I thought we could go visit him, and arivess. I have a pad up there, but conversely, I have one in Florida too (way to sound like a brat, I know; but they don't get enough use, and it's about time to change that setting). So if you want to stick out the heat and visit odditypist in the process, let me know. &hearts

YOU GUYS, let me know, too. Anyone interested in hanging out in Florida/Montreal this summer? Room space is on me.

Coming home on the weekend of April 22nd. New York. &hearts It’s going to be haircuts, cosplay, and a much needed quick-fix of faces I miss.

ILU guys. &hearts Have a great weekend, everyone. Enjoy the amazing weather, advent of spring, yikes it's gorgeous out. ~~Go play spoooooooooooooooooooooorts. :D~~

EDIT:// I am totally overly-obsessed with this song, atm.-
http://youtube.com/watch?v=YIMCi2HzECY&feature=related
Relate-ablity is A+++. Is it terrible that I can't help but think of a few very special people when I listen to it? Probably. But being silly never stopped me before, hey.

Doodles for Great Justice

2008-03-30T02:26:54Z

Back from Internet-Hiatus and hanging out with odditypist and __kaze__ for a week. &hearts It was basically wonderful, and I’ll have a lot more to say about it later; pictures included.

(And also, check out the icon~ I came back to find that rainbloom made me one to match parametric and tsunayoshi. …SO. Flippin’. Cool. Thank you, BB. &hearts)

I also wanted to give a big Thank You to everyone who offered their support at the news that I’m going to be illustrating a children’s book. The book is called “I Can’t”, and will have limited publication as a teaching tool. I’ll keep everyone updated, and make sure the Flist gets to see the pages~ I swear I’ll swallow my embarrassment at Addy-art for this. (It’s kind of a rush, to design a title page, and get to put your name under ‘Illustrator’. Ohohoh. What. ._.)

Also, on the front of art; I was looking through the collection that an old Professor of mine did for her newest show. She was discussing the eeriness of the compilation, which consisted of a number of figures ‘hovering’, and ‘watching’. I described that the vibe I got was actually rather hopeful; the idea that someone is always with you, looking out of you. We talked over tea, and she decided to go with the ‘hope’ route rather than ‘tragedy’. Eiuthaeiht So she ended up naming her new art show “Guardian”, for me. I am. Pretty honoured. *v* And can’t wait to see it finished.

…KAY, MORE ART FAGGING, Y/Y?

Ten Years Later Yamamoto is pretty Gar. And looks far too much like Hibari. Watch me OTL.

So his ear is awful, and I got terribly lazy about halfway through. ;;; The full detailed version (including Katana and possible Sparrow, who will hereby be known as Twitter) will be up on DA later.

Bah, not the best, but. &hearts It was really a pleasure to finally do something realistic for KHR.

Thanks for looking. &hearts :D

Creativity Train just Rolled In; ROLL WITH IT [<3]

2008-03-07T03:38:05Z

I realized today; I really enjoy the way old people laugh. There’s a certain fullness to it that you don’t find in young-people laughs, which always seem to be a little too ready on the uptake, like a wound thing—strike then curl, get ready again. And when middle-aged men and women laugh, it weighs wan, as if a little surprised at its own occurrence. But when old folks do it; and I mean the true-blue, white-headed, born when radios were futuristic ‘old folks’… it carries this unhurried quality, and a ripeness of modesty that rings comforting. It doesn’t draw attention to itself, as if sending a pat on the head to the very idea. …Makes you look forward to getting on in your years, so you can laugh like that. Or, well for me it does, rather. XD //End Random Note.

I was really supposed to do a recap in this entry, but man, I’m pretty beat. I have a lot of catching up I need to do here (and everywhere, gosh—busy kid is busy, I apologize if anyone feels like I’ve been neglecting them), and I’d prefer to get to reading all of the entries I’ve missed before writing my own. &hearts

The MOST important reason to post today, is for this…

&heartsHAPPY BIRTHDAY handlebars. &hearts

You’re getting big, kiddo. I hope your day was filled with cake, root beer, and funnels. I better have a chance to speak with you tonight, and hear all about the fun you’ve been having.

HEEEY, ALSO: I’ve wanted to do something like this for a while, especially since people have been asking to do writing/drawing collabs with me, or to pick up old muses, to goof around and be epic— I don’t have a ton of time due to college being an overbearing grabby handed free-tiem-eater… but you can bet I’ve wanted to take you guys up on the offer. …SO.

SPAM ME. And let me spam you back.

Please comment here with one of the following:
I. ART. If you’re an artist, get your contour on, and let’s go. 8D Comment to me with art, and I’ll comment back with art. Quick sketches, photoshop doodles, anything. Let’s DRAW TOGETHER, tegaki style, but more laid back. &hearts

II. WRITING. Drabble me something, and I’ll write a companion piece to it. Or prompt me, and I’ll prompt you back. Again, just try to be quick and have fun. Or we can create a story together. You do one line, I do the next. OHOH. Teamwork, BB.

III. ROLE-PLAY. I am leaving this post entirely open, un-flocked. Bring your role-play journals here, bring your muses, and let’s do it. I don’t care how old they are, or even if we’ve never played with one another before. If our muses have history, or no. If they’re in the same fandom, or no. Even if you don’t have a journal for them, simply state who you’re speaking as; and who you’d like to have reply~ Just dive right in, and let’s do it. &hearts (I’M WINKING AT YOU, overlimits).

Almost the weekend, but let’s get the fun started early. There’s too much talent on my FList, and my Do Want levels are ranking right up there. Bring it. 8D

Lastly: Silk Soy Milk. I’m rendered incoherent with my love for your deliciousness. Thank you for making my mornings that much tastier.

KHR Request Drabbles~ :D

2008-02-02T23:57:27Z

Title: ‘Lover Boy’
Rating: G
Pairing: Hints of Lal/Colonello.
Warnings: Colonello’s singing voice, abuse of the word 'kora'.
Summary: [Request and prompt for parametric.] In which Colonello learns that serenades are not the best way to make a first impression. [Pre-Series.]

The radio hissed with static for a moment, before discernable sound began to waken in the old veins of its wires. The song was fuzzy, but coming in clear enough to make out a few stable lines of melody…

’I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings, be your valentino just for you…’

Classic.

In English, but still Classic, and there was something romantic and nostalgic about a song like this on a radio like that in a place like here. Sand and sunshine and dry heat and a bad antenna rattling off a good song. Ooh, ooh…

“Ooh, ooh can you feel my love heat? Come on and sit on my hot-seat of love, kora!”

Those were the first choice words the greenhorn spoke, inadvertently, to his Athena. War Goddess that fit and stung every cliché, Lal Mirch, battlefield whisperer, the brutal woman he’d daydreamed about in his best and barest fantasies about packing heat, the kind of heat that rolled off a pistol when it was hot at the tip from gunpowder sparks, kora, and that got him pretty excited, got his blood rushing, riled, and hey, he was a hot-shot when it came to a rifle. Now, he just needed the girl.

Lal Mirch stared with disinterest and barely-muted displeasure at the abomination moonwalking across the floorboards of her quarters. His hair hadn’t seen a brush in weeks, zig-zagging blond bopping in time with his head movements, his voice lacking the tune that might have made his performance bearable.

“I don’t take singing telegrams.”

If he nearly tripped over the coffee table in his alarm, he made up for it by flashing a smile that wrinkled his nose and stretched his cheeks. “Lal Mirch, kora? I’m—“

“Trespassing.”

“—Lookin’ to be your next apprentice.”

“I don’t take students, either.”

“Do you take mechanics, kora? I fixed your radio.”

“Not well. It still has static.”

“Kora, you’re younger than I imagined.”

“Is your gun compensating for your lack of charm, or something more personal?”

“My lack of experience, ko—“

“Stop that.”

“-…ra.”

“Name?”

“Colonello.”

“The only students I take are those I feel won’t get themselves killed on their very first missions. They are stable, serious, courageous, clever, and they do not make fools of themselves within the first minute of meeting me. The door is over here, Colonello. You pull, don’t push.”

But Colonello was better at pushing, by far.

“Was that long speech compensating for your lack of charm, or something more personal, kora?”

’Ooh love, there he goes again just like a good old-fashioned lover boy,
Ooh loverboy~…’

A stalemate of stares, and the radio buzzed a chipper tune, and the disheveled daydreamer grinned something sincere, and it was nostalgic and romantic and classic. A photograph you’ve never seen, but remember deeply. Déjà vu that had yet to occur, tucked into the future safely, where it might one day make you stop and stare. And in that future, you’d want those blue-eyes staring back, just again like now, skylines and marbles and blueberry bubblegum that melted in your mouth.

It was a problem. This arrogant brat was a charmer. But she hadn’t adopted that problem just yet.

“I’ll take you on under one condition.”

“Kora?”

“The song on just now… I want you to go into the mess hall and serenade the troops with it at mealtime, 0:800 hours.”

Colonello shifted his gun strap, headband hanging a little too low over his brow. “Can I call you Lal?”

“No.”

“Lal, you said courageous, but clever. I’m not wet enough behind the ears not to know a sure way of getting the snot beat out of me when I hear one, kora.”

“Are you refusing an order?”

Sheepish shrug. “Kora.”

A trite smile. “You pass. Training begins tomorrow.”

’Everything's all right, Just hold on tight’…

Pleased pressure in his temples exploding, a thousand days of gunslinging to come and pass in good company, he hummed the last line to himself, pinning hands behind his head and tapping his foot in time…

“That's because I'm a good old-fashioned fashioned lover boy…”

“Stop singing.”

Title: ‘Something about Us’
Rating: PG
Pairing: 8027
Warnings: TYL slight spoilers.
Summary: [Request and prompt for kiku] I continue to be horrible with summaries, so let’s just say… Yamamoto isn’t great at math. [Small Note: In the third part of this, it jumps TYL. Just to avoid confusion, if that isn’t as clear as I tried to make it. &hearts ]

It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one
But there's something about us I want to say
Cause there's something between us anyway

Hands drift together in a shy tango, saunter two steps close, and spin one back, testing the air in between, making sure it was mutual before the connect came, the tiniest thing in the world, two palms tickling against one another, fingers romancing. So why did Tsuna feel his stomach drop right out of his physical body, his throat clamped tight and refusing breath?

“Hey, Tsuna?”
“U-uh…” Right. Speaking. Even dame-Tsuna could do that. He’d done it many times before, and besides, out of everyone, Yamamoto had always been the easiest to speak to. He gave the impression of listening more wisely than he let on, and even exposed to the roughest weather of words or the silliest strand of confessional fears, his smile was infectious and constant. “Yes?”

Urrrk. That was the most overcooked ‘yes’ he’d ever given in his whole short-life. Shortening-life, as stress was going to be his end, and the meter was lit by rocket fuel, getting hotter and higher by the minute. Tsuna’s nerves were pinched, as he was sure that, at any moment, a sadistic baby in a fedora was going to pop out of a bush dressed like corn on the cob, or a bento box, or an akuma, and suddenly, his head would be ablaze, and he’d be BURNING to tell Yamamoto, with his dying will, that—

“This isn’t bad, right?”

That easy look on his face, like all the world was a simple matter, and Yamamoto didn’t need any proof to know he was right. There was bad and good, and this wasn’t bad, so it must be… good.

Tsuna relaxed, attention drifting to their touching hands.

“Ah—no, Yamamoto, I don’t mind.”

“Haha, all right. So—“

And he began to chatter, in just the same voice as always. Carefree, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. And in many ways, it was.

Walking home from school together, Tsuna’s home, where everyone’s Maman would have an early dinner prepared, and that sounded nice, just as nice as it was to hold hands like this, and listen.

I might not be the right one
It might not be the right time
But there's something about us I've got to do
Some kind of secret I will share with you

“Yamamoto?”

“Hm?”

“I need my hand back to use the chopsticks.”

“Haha, oh, that’s right. You do.”

Tsuna gave a weak, apologetic smile that hadn’t been pre-meditated. There it was, on his face, nothing he could do about it now.

“…Yamamoto.”

“Hm?”

“My hand—“

“Oh, just give me a second. I’m thinking about something.”

If Gokudera-kun were there, he probably would have scoffed and said that a second was about Yamamoto’s limit, when it came to thinking. Tsuna, however, was a little more worried that a second really meant a minute, or two, or five, or more when it came to Yamamoto, and his stomach was really starting to lurch, and if he didn’t get to his meal before Lambo’s nose played hide-and-seek with it, and won—

“Hey, I’m not great at math…“ Begun, and if there were something nervous in his tone, it drowned easily when Tsuna fidgeted, drawn out of the panicked monologue of his own mind. Yamamoto regained his cheer, concluding with gusto, “But between the both of us, we have two free hands.”

Tsuna wasn’t that great at math either, but even he could count that high. Had it really taken Yamamoto that long to--?

“And you only need two hands to use chopsticks.”

It was the first time he’d ever correctly solved a logic problem on his first try.

Unfortunately, Takeshi’s solution didn’t seem quite as logical a few moments later, when, each armed with a single chopstick and a needy mouth, they led an attack on Maman’s dinner, one hand each, which equaled two together.

…And were basically massacred…

’How many hands does it take to just pick up your food, again?’

‘Haha, only one.’

I need you more than anything in my life
I want you more than anything in my life
I'll miss you more than anyone in my life
I love you more than anyone in my life

Yamamoto absently rubbed the scar on his chin with a calloused finger.

“Hey, Tsuna?”

The grass was moist, but it didn’t bother his skin as it leeched into the fabric of his shirt, loosening the starch.

“I was thinking.”

If Gokudera were there, he probably would have snorted, said it was a miracle, Yamamoto thinking, because that’s what he still did these days, grasping at insults that had matured into comfort. Something as normal and easy as Yamamoto’s smiling, Gokudera’s profanity, and they were both trying to keep things normal and easy.

Gokudera, who had always insisted, dogmatically, that he was Tsuna’s right-hand. And that had been fine by Takeshi, who always used to hold Tsuna’s left.

“I was thinking that I screwed up that math problem.”

Tsuna hadn’t needed any hands at all. Tsuna would have been Tsuna without any hands, or with four-hundred. The reason Tsuna was Tsuna was because he accepted hands, shyly, and couldn’t let go, even when it made sense to.

Closing his eyes, he shifted over the patch of loose earth. A nap didn’t sound bad. Even here, where sleep should be impossible.

But that was logic, and Takeshi was never very good, when it came to math.

Title: Target
Rating: Gokudera’s Mouth
Pairing: Slight 8059, fluff and humor
Warnings: Gokudera’s Mouth
Summary: [Request and prompt for __kaze__. Big thank you to handlebars, who Gokudera’s characterization is based off of. &hearts]. The Vongola’s best pair on a Very Important Mission. ….FYL? Ohoh.

“Yamamoto.”
Silence.
“Baseball Dork.”
Silence.
“Takeshi.”

“Huh?”
“Shit, you mind not zoning out in the middle of—“
“Ahahah!”
“WHAT’S so funny, all of a sudden?!”
“You called me ‘Takeshi’. I think that’s a first, Gokudera.”
“Go have a friggin’ party about it later then. You can wear a funny little hat and everything.”
“You really think so? That might be excessive.”
“Were you born this dumb, or were you dropped on your head?”
“Hahaha. ’Hayato’.”
“…You’re such a fucking retard.”
“Hey, hey! Put the lighter away, I’m sorry. We should get going, right?”
“ABOUT AN HOUR AGO!”
“We’ve only been here five minutes…”
“It feels like longer when I’m stuck with YOU. What were they thinking, pairing us up?!”
“Haya-“
“Don’t you DARE.”
“-Gokudera. We’re usually paired up, aren’t we?”
“SO?”
“So…”
“Well?”
“Okay, nevermind. I just meant that maybe Tsuna thinks we make a good team?”
“…”
“He’s right, you know.”
“Do you think I need you to tell me whether or not the Tenth is right about something?”
“Then you agree?”
“…I guess.”
“…”
“Well, stop just staring at me!”
“Ah--! It’s just that, your cheeks—“
“What’s wrong with them? And that wasn’t a cue to start grinning!”
“They’re just a little red, is all.”
“Well it’s COLD.”
“It shouldn’t be, with that much blood rushing to them.”
“Wha…”
“Your face usually feels warm when you blush, right?”
“Don’t flatter yourself!”
“Oh, it’s getting worse now.”
“Y-YOU--!”
“Hahaha. Don’t fall behind, Gokudera!”

And Yamamoto was off, hand to the hilt of his katana, the sputtering time-bomb of his red-faced partner following in his footstep’s near-wake.

The target wouldn’t be far now. It had been their job to infiltrate and apprehend—

“H-hibari?” Yamamoto’s skidding footsteps, halting, Gokudera smashing into his back a few seconds later, and the overall atmosphere of bumbling confusion on their parts did not have Hibari smiling.

Then again, few things did.

“Late. The target has been taken care of.”

“Ah—already?”
“BY YOU? But that was our job—“

Hibari tapped the headset on his ears, and gave them the cold shoulder, more interested in his tonfas than in their outrage.

Headset…

Gokudera stiffened a little, and Yamamoto actually looked more surprised than he had a moment ago when Gokudera’s forehead had gotten too personal with his solar plexus.

“Ah, we forgot again. The headsets were on…”

Tsuna’s voice crackled over the intercom a moment later, sheepish, laced with something that might have been old, concealed laughter. “Sorry, Yamamoto, Gokudera. When we heard you two were arguing again, we thought it might be best to just appeal to Hibari-san to finish the job…”

“…This is all your fault, Takeshi.”
Silence.
“Baseball idiot…?”
Silence.
“YAMAMOTO!”
“Ahahaha! They keep pairing us up for the comic relief, Gokudera!”
“YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO FINDS THIS FUNNY!”
“Hahaha…!”

Title: It’s A Small World
Rating: PG
Pairing: X+S, Belphagor – Lucky Chrams, LussuriaxMop, MarmonxSqualo’s Cash
Warnings: Violence against breakfast cereal
Summary: [Prompt and Request by hehe_05]. Varia in Disney World. Enough said.

Belphagor had been furious. His unique, off-kilter brand of rage had been put on display, parading around Squalo’s life demandingly, pay attention to me, the Prince is displeased~, sulking and biting and whining, and generally being a ROYAL pain in the ass. His brooding was evident from the first moment of every morning, and nagged at him until evening.

One of the more unique examples of this altered behaviour was the new manner in which Bel had taken to stirring his breakfast cereal, somehow appeased by moving the spoon in such a way that it gutted the bowl, violent churning while he made quiet, hissing noises, lucky charms spilling over the sides in a messy milk-splatter. More ended up on the table than down his throat, and Lussuria would sigh and make bedroom eyes at the mop wistfully until the Prince was finished with his brutal morning meal. Metaphorically speaking, that had the potential to be not good in the very near future, but Squalo curbed his concern with satisfying daydreams of shoving that cereal box right up Belphagor’s--…

Perhaps Squalo would have pitied the Ripper Prince’s next victim, be it a mafia brat, or Levi’s Cinnamon Toast Crunch, if he wasn’t too preoccupied with self-pity. His lack of sympathy for Bel wasn’t quite a leap of the imagination, considering what exactly the spoiled little monster had decided to throw his epic temper tantrum over. Of all the STUPID REAAASONS…

Enough was enough.

When Squalo had found his bed pillows torn down the middle, stuffing seeping out in a strange parody of horror, knife wounds on cotton, he’d had just about had it.

“UOOOOI! It’s not a real Magic Kingdom, brat!”

Belphagor poked his head in, quirked it slightly. “Oh?” Seemed to mull that over for a moment, before his lips twitched into a pointy grin. “But Squalo~ the pamphlet said—“

“IT’S A FUCKING FAKE CASTLE.”

Once again, Belphagor considered this. And then, apparently, deigned to give royal pardon, fake castles and phony Magic Kingdoms not being nearly as interesting as they had been five minutes ago, when they were real. “Ushishi~ sorry about the pillows~”

It was the least sincere apology Squalo had ever heard.

And it was of no comfort.

It did not bring back his Venetian embroidered pillows, that he’d consequently had to pay Marmon up the whazoo for, and it didn’t make this mission any less reeeeeetarded.

DISNEY WORLD? Boss must be LOSING IT.

But not a week later, Boss was there with him, very serious and half-sane, which was just the quota requirement for the Varia. His Boss’ relative mental health also wasn’t much of a comfort to Squalo, who clutched a falafel in whitening knuckles, a camera slung awkwardly around his neck, and a pair of god damn mouse ears sitting proud atop his head.

Xanxus smiled, just the very shadow of one, easy to miss. “Trash…”

“WHAT?” Shot his subordinate, snappy, grump just molting from his voice.

Xanxus lifted a brow, short burst of amusement, before he corrected, “I wasn’t addressing you. Over there—the trash, if you don’t plan on finishing that.” However unholy-mighty Squalo’s skill with a blade, it would be more difficult for him to wield it with sticky, occupied fingers…

As Squalo stomped off, a great, huffy leather-clad freak in the irritatingly cheerful Florida sunshine, Xanxus curbed his delight in Squalo’s displeasure, and scanned the crowd, focusing on the task ahead.

It was nearly time for the parade. Small children clung like leeches to their mothers, or sat atop their father’s shoulders, all bearing wide, cotton candy smiles. …Hn. America, a breeding ground for Garbage, and Walt Disney World, the capital dumpster that all of its pitiful flies were attracted to. (Xanxus wasn’t much for theme parks. Nor was he much of a people person. He also disliked parades. And children. And music. Especially music. In theme parks, with kids watching parades. But their victory would make the entire ordeal worth the trip—as would the hotel room later, where he had a fine stock of crystal glasses just preening to be lobbed at Squalo’s frontal lobe. Always his favourite form of stress relief, playing catch with heads.)

The music drummed up then, band coming around the bend, signaling the beginning of the assignment. The Varia’s reason for being here. Which was well enough, because as Squalo made his way back, with a clear expression of ‘Remind-me-why-we’re-here-oh-wait-you-didn’t-tell-me-to-begin-with’, Xanxus was able to lift a lazy hand, pointing.

Oh, but there was venom in his eyes now, as Squalo followed the direction of his pointer finger, eagerly, all the way over to… “Heey. It’s Snow White.”

“Kill her.”

“…What the hell? Boss?”

“Do I need to repeat my orders?”

No, he didn’t. Squalo peeked again, a lady in costume, a wide yellow skirt, and one prissy, gelatinous hair-do. That was their target?

“Heeey, what the fuck, she doesn’t look that dangerous to me…” Best to know ahead of time if there was something he should be watching out for, though he was convinced whatever Snow White had up her sleeve wouldn’t phase him. Even if the bitch had grenades, he wasn’t worried about getting the job done… just, best to know, that’s all. There was a reason Xanxus had chosen his best man for the task, and that reason was--

“I dislike that movie.”

A blink. A pause. Wait…

What?

“What?”

“You heard me, Squalo. Eliminate her. I –dislike- Snow White.”

Another pause. Xanxus’ gaze shifted, and solemn eyes dared Squalo to question him again.

The swordsman shifted, snorted, and then turned his back. Fucking fine. So they were at Disney World to kill some chick in a costume because Xanxus had childhood issues… tch, this was Belphagor’s kind of thing, why hadn’t he been the one invited along, after all?

As if a mind reader, Xanxus’ shadowy voice replied, low, “It would be a waste for Belphagor to get rid of Aurora as well. You know his penchant for tiara-envy. It would have been too messy.”

Tch. Like this wasn’t messy already?

“Oooi, I bet you just liked Sleeping Beauty.” Muttered, under his breath, before footfalls took him fast away from Xanxus, heading for the thrill of the parade, to assassinate Snow White, and maybe take out a few dwarfs, if they got in the way.

Xanxus, meanwhile, boomed with laughter.

Squalo still had the mouse ears on, after all.

Title: Crescere
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Warnings: A bit of creepiness, in some parts.
Summary: [For islanderfan2] Part I in a series of ‘childhood vignettes’. Features short, connective situations with characters as children. You can feel free to guess at their ages! :D The characters included are – Hibari, Tsuna, Gokudera, Belphagor, Yamamoto, Lussuria, in that order.

Bambino Anziano

Maybe a child with old eyes is no child at all.

But then, Hibari Kyoya had never been very interested in being a child. It was a noisy, wicked affair, and he cringed away from it, putting himself outside the laws of age and their inferior concepts of time. He might be ten, or six, or fifty-two, and it hardly mattered.

He’d never stuck a crayon up his nose, or glued macaroni to a paper pate, or wondered what he’d be in the future, because he wasn’t a child. He was Hibari, and in the future, he’d be the same Hibari he was now.

To other people, he looked like a child. Undersized, scraggly boy that had been forced into a sweater vest by a loving relative, his hair neatly combed, and his hands free of the tell-tale signs of sandbox tomfoolery. Schoolboy, wearing a chubby frown that seemed a pout, with his narrowed eyes and his harmless fists, very much like he was ten, and not fifty-two.

That was their mistake.

Delinquents were ageless too, he’d learned. The simpletons in his classes that put gum under the seats were the same people who robbed stores when they grew big, and since there was no such thing as age-and-time, Delinquents were just Delinquents, all the same, and Hibari was fifty-two. Hibari was fifty-two-and-ten, and he was a carnivore. So he wouldn’t stand behind the shield of age and wait to get older before gnashing his teeth (a few of which had come suspiciously loose, recently.)

They’d laughed when he told them, very clearly, that crowds were bothersome, stepping up in front of the wounded bird, a motley little creature with a broken wing, who probably didn’t appreciate the pebbles being tossed at it.

The group of older-boys (but Hibari didn’t really take in that they were older; just nosier) had chuckled at him (which he registered as becoming louder; boo… how annoying…) and mentioned that playground heroes were stupid, and that he didn’t have any weapons, anyway. Not even his hands looked like weapons, too small.

Oh well. …Then I’ll just bite you to death.

It had taken about five minutes. Five minutes of biting into the loudest boy’s arm, which might have also been the biggest boy (who knew, who cared?) before they’d retreated, bunch of herbivoves, one blubbering over a little bit of blood.

Hibari’s mouth had a metallic tang to it as he knelt, staring at the bird curiously, moving his tongue to wiggle at his now-looser tooth. It was uncomfortable, but he wasn’t quite paying attention.

The bird, freed of its bullying, stared back.

And then, deep in its throat, it made a furrowing sound. Wao.

Hibari blinked. “Wao…?” Hm. Taking a breath, he repeated, more clearly, “Wao.”

Well.

He could grow up later. For now, this was more interesting.

Nessun Buon Figlio

For now, this was more interesting. Way more interesting than the picnic spread, or the butterflies, or the bark of a nearby dog.

The child gurgled, plump fingers gripping at the chain with curious gusto.

Voices flew over his head, but their unimportant, friendly words went ignored. Nothing was as alluring to Tsuna right now as the manner in which the toy glinted prettily, cold silver seeming to emanate sunshine itself, tickling his skin with heat.

Not even when mother shooed him kindly did he loosen his grip, wide, tawny eyes like-his-father’s drawn to the glow of his new playmate.

“Tsu-kun seems to like it.”

And be it because he’d just learned he could slip a finger, two even, through the sweet little ring, or rather because he recognized his name, ‘Tsu-kun’, the boy gave a proud, bashful giggle, smiling a gummy smile.

“Ah, and look. It fits his hand.” The old man shifted, and Tsu-kun bristled, seeming to have forgotten that the comfortable seat of his lap was so mobile. A soft blink from the infant cued the old man to lean down, asking the boy intimately, words just as warm as the ring Tsuna had waggled his clutching fingers through, “How about it, boy…?”

“…Do you want to be the next owner of that ring, Tsuna?”

To the sound of a good-natured laugh, Tsu-kun began to wail.

Vongola the Ninth’s mustache tickled his baby’s skin too close to his ear, prickling awkwardly as he spoke. The needling sensation had the boy’s attention jerking away from his shiny plaything, and onto his new discomfort.

Chain falling away from fidgeting hands, Tsuna pulling too hard to try to escape the ring, his fingers stuck, and that was painful too, so his free hand went to claw the air for Maman. To the scent of sunshine and picnics and Italian cologne, his nose sniffled, wet, whimpering sounds blubbering forth from his throat.

“It seems that the answer is no.”

It would be a long time before he slipped his finger through the shiny again, though perhaps in the future, he’d handle it even less maturely. For now…

Maman clucked her tongue and tried to rock him.

“Oh, Tsu-kun, it’s a good thing we brought along the butter, or else your hand would be stuck like that.”

Tears streaked his face.

Il Ragazzo Di Musica

Tears streaked his face.

Knees drawn to his chest, tie long since loosened and disgruntled across his collar, light hair tickling his knees in a gesture of small comfort. He’d been sitting diligently on the long, lacquered black bench for hours now, backside having gone numb, nails leaving half-moons in his calves from clutching.

The room was distressingly silent. It was only his sniffling, and that was a shameful music, or so Madre had told him. ‘Big boys should not cry’, she’d scolded.

But Hayato was not a big boy yet, and Madre was not his Kaa-san.

Not a big boy, but he’d become bigger today. Happy birthday, but no one came. No brightly coloured box. Sometimes, he remembered the pretty boxes more clearly than he did her face. Blue paper and pink ribbon. But no box this year, never-ever again. Why not?

He could remember sitting in her lap, remember the dresses she wore. They were starchy, and they billowed, flowing with ruffles, like her hair fell too, both curling delicately. Like a doll, as he’d seen Bianchi-sorella’s dolls, all in lovely dresses, and Madre was just like that…

Only but, he was warned not to call her Madre anymore. She told him that lightly, while she placed his hands on the keys and pressed down, making a sweet sound, almost as clear and soothing as her voice. ‘You mustn’t say that anymore. You’ll upset the lady of the house, Hayato.’ ‘But Madre--’ ‘Kaa-san. It means just the same as Madre. It’s Japanese, sweet one.’

And it will be our secret.

He’d practiced pronouncing it.

Kaa-san… Kaa-san… Kaa-san…

She smiled when he played, laughed at his own excitement over his natural skill, was proud herself as she brushed back his pesky hair and clipped it away, promising—‘If you play very often Hayato, I will be playing too, and it will be as if we were playing together, just like right now.’

That had enticed him most of all, and if he played the music very well, his memory might become sharper, for a song. He’d practiced, playing and pronouncing, and trying to recall.

Maybe she’d had a hard time remembering his face, too?

Had she forgotten? Kaa-san, you forgot…?

She’d promised they’d be together, every time he grew bigger.

She’d promised to buy him a present.

I Due Principi

She’d promised to buy him a present.

Best present in the entire whole wide world, best-best, because he was the best, he was Prince, and nothing was better than Princes, who deserved the very best.

Little Prince, he’d read in storybooks all about his breed. Regal-regal, Petty-Pretty-Princes, frogs and warriors and sons-of-heaven with hands-of-hell. Of Princes in fairy tales and history and his own head, aren’ttheyallthesamething, ushishi~?, Princes write history, because facts don’t matter when you’re royal, we can make our own, and you have-to have-to believe us, or we’ll claw into your villages with the power of earth and God and our blood. Princes, who wielded gross amounts of power, who invaded borders because silly lines on a map don’t matter toaPrince, whose displeasure made heads roll, who kidnapped pretty girls on horseback, and who demanded tribute to curb their violence.

He and his brother were given tribute, same as any Prince. Expensive things that they challenged one another to break, sitting behind the hedges, covered in mud, beating tiny fists into the faces of dolls, scratching tattered nails against leathery playing-balls, gnashing their teeth against the fabrics of new shirts. Ushishi~ tastes like silk and feels like dirt, and shines on, because Princesalwaysshine.

When they spoke to one another about how they’d stuck a needle in the maid’s cushion, they imagined her dyingdyingdead, because their porridge had been cold yesterday, and they didn’t like their porridge anyway, but serving something notgoodenough for a Prince was a bad-bad crime, and in their minds, they tossed her body into the murky-lake and she was never heard from again. The porridge was cold, you should be punished~

Drowning in one-hundred thousand ideas, so she drowned there, many people drowningdead in their minds, because I am a Prince, and I demand tribute and battle, and I will make all of my subjects unhappy, ushishi fun game, taxes and scandal and no one wins but us. Everyone gets to play my subject, our subjects, less-than-Princes, make them sweat and bow, because Princes are negligent with their dolls, and greedy with them, and I want it it’s MINE, come amuse me, off with her head if not. A Prince’s favourite game is when they drowned, or paid tribute.

She’d promised him the best-best present in the whole-wide-world, and it was a present fit for a Prince.

He’d heard whispers though, because everyone whispered in this little boy’s mind, no-one mattered enough for volume, so they whispered in their doll voices that his brother had received a gift fit-for-a-King.

Older bother, one-day King, fake-Prince. Echo of Princes, fake-fake-fake, not a real Prince. A to-be-King, which wasn’t a Prince, and wasn’t a King, and wasn’t anything at all.

Boring.

His eyes stayed rooted to the curve of the jeweled dagger in its bed of tissue paper, his fit-for-a-Prince gift, and he thought that he would be very-very kind to his brother, because he was a good and fair and just Prince sometimes, so he would lodge it very-very deep into his heart one day, fit-for-a-Prince, deep down in brother future-King’s heart, and he could be a Prince forever, a fairy tale, a fact that could change as he pleased, based on whatever game they were playing.

Just like the violence in his head. Bury him in the river. Bury him in a book. Bury him in history, as a Prince, before he buries you, as a King~

Ushishi~

Playing Princes forever.

What a fun game.

Il Buon Figlio

What a fun game!

Takeshi’s legs dangled from the chair, rocking energetically against the air. The tips of his toes almost reached the floor now, long-legs for a young-boy, and they were great for basketball, but just as good for running. Just as good for becoming baseball-legs.

Dirt spots and juicy smears of green-grass stained the whites of his uniform pants, and he quietly lamented that he would have to enter the tub soon. He liked smelling like this, the scent of sweat and glove leather and the outdoors.

Because it was such a good game today, because he’d hit the winning home run (CRACK, the sound of the bat against the ball, and it just flew on, into forever, and he ran in time with its flight, and it felt just like flying too, haha), Dad had said he could eat before his bath, much to the delight of his gurgling stomach. His favourites, too, sweet egg rolled up in sticky rice and strawberry milk, and it was a good day, and baseball was a good game.

Takeshi didn’t think he was a very creative kid. He liked running, and he liked Dad’s sushi, and he liked smelling bad, ha-ha-ha, liked laughing too, and that was all pretty normal, wasn’t it?

But he liked most of all when Dad smiled like he was smiling right now, when he pressed a plate in front of him an told him to eat up. Takeshi’s old man-- who didn’t have a single gray hair on his head, but he seemed very… tall, and they called it ‘growing up’, so old people must be tall, right? (Haha, maybe he wasn’t a very bright kid, either.) Anyway, Takeshi’s old man, who’d put his hands over his son’s, and showed him how to swing a bat, how to go through the motion, how to hit the ball, Takeshi’s old man when he smiled like that.

Takeshi was a pretty normal, good, lively kid. He followed rules and grinned a lot, was popular with the kids his age because he hit balls and dived into mud better than anyone, was popular with adults because he held doors and carried tea trays, was popular in general, because he was always smiling, and people smiled back.

But he knew, when his dad smiled at him like that, that the old man was smiling not because Takeshi was a good kid, but because Takeshi was just his kid. His uncreative, not-so-bright kid, who reeked and grinned about nothing.

When he hit that home run, everyone was happy, because they liked baseball, and victory.

It would be the best though, he thought, if one day he found people who hated baseball, and who smiled when he hit a home run anyway, because they liked Takeshi.

Although…

Maybe he really was just unintelligent, but…

Finding someone out there who didn’t like baseball?

Haha. Impossible!

It was the best.

Uomo Dispari

It was the best.

The absolute best shade he’d ever seen. The bottle called the colour ‘Harlequin’. Somewhere between Yellow and Hunter, and that sent a thrill down his spine, shivering over his body, made his eyes widen, and gave him nerve. Ohh~ A little sunshine for the morning, and a little executioner before lights out, and put them together in a bottle, and you got Harlequin Green, which was the hair colour he was absolutely born for, if not with.

Once he had his new hair, the dye having left the strands brittle and smelling of peroxide, he had other plans, other fantasies to fulfill, so he could embrace a colour so diverse and bright. Harlequin, Harlequin…

Daydreams of breaking into Mother’s makeup drawer would soon be a satisfying reality. Smearing the liquids and sticks of colour across his face, to complement and accentuate the greatness of his new head. He’d play in the playground that had always been off limits, dipping his fingers in and cracking open tops. He’d blend the reds across his cheeks, and use glitter on his eyelids, and he wouldn’t regret a single thing, since Mother didn’t ever use her makeup to its full potential, the potential he saw in those glossy cases.

If that woman had green hair, hers would be Myrtle. Between Mould-green and Office-green, age marks and slog.

But Lussuria was undoubtedly fabulous, even if his roots were buried in dirt. Light-blond dirt, if he were talking about hair roots. He just had to take the final step. Intimidating… thrilling final step. Curiosity burned his bones, and lashed at panic. Do it.

Hands twitched, sweaty palms, gripping at the slim bottle of dye. A stolen five dollars to purchase it, and it rested with the weight of the future against his skin. Sighingly. He felt sick with nerves. But, couldn’t turn back now…

He popped the cap, and reassured himself, staring back at a reflection of a thin face and wavy blond hair, a little-boy-face even if he thought he’d always had much more maturity to him, barely making it over the sink, his age hardly greater than his number of fingertips, at least, he assured himself, tonight, when he sat down in the livingroom floor with his nose close to the glass of the television, watching the news play over the fuzzy grains of bad reception, with Harlequin hair and make-up to match…

At least for one night of his life, Father would have something better to wonder about than why his face took on an alien, crawling smile as he watched the body bags inch across the screen, imagining, imagining and hoping to catch a glimpse.

Death was such a grand concept, so much bigger than him and everyone. Death must be the most wonderful make-up of all. He was sure he’d have a crush on something so beautiful and delicate as a body perfectly preserved in the troughs of death.

So he wanted to look his best tonight, for those body bags, his puppy crush.

Biting his lip, he squeezed.

Haha, I hope this isn’t too much writing spam for everyone, and that someone got enjoyment out of it. &hearts :D

Will check up on the FList later, guys. o/

VOOOOOO... OI?

2008-01-23T05:50:09Z

I finally have some time on my hands again, and the first thing I have to do with it is apologize to anyone who has been trying to reach me via phone; in the sleepy haze of 7am, when I got yet another wrong-number call, I shoved it somewhere I was certain I would never be able to hear it again. And ...I was unfortunately right.

I have a bunch of catching up on comments to do, but I wanted to pin this up before Madi eats me. &hearts

Because I couldn't get the materials in time to finish Larsa's boots, I decided on finishing up my other AB costume instead-- Squalo. (If the Reborn fandom has me by the neck, I blame the fine people at Tano and in the MSN RP.) Squalo is a character I am not nearly pointy enough to have any business cosplaying, but we found some nice(? Hohoh~?) grung settings that are hopefully-striking enough to make up for it.

"So... we want some place gritty to take the photos, right?"
"Right."
"I have the perfect spot. There's a small garbage dump behind the market...?"

True Fax: The wig is the Guy Cecil I styled earlier in the year, washed & spray painted. I'll be needing to get something more appropriate, as well as make a few last adjustments to the overall look, especially since I'm more-than-excited at the prospect of having a Xanxus.

If I don't say it enough, my friends are Winful human beings who spoil me with their talent.

EDIT:// Also, playing with lighting effects in photography. Using cars. We're creative, out here in New York.

To get me in the mood for the outfit, I tested out my tablet again with a doodle. I'm lost when it comes to using it, and I miss sketching something terrible, but on the upside; unlike in my cosplay, at least here, there's a smile. =O

Everything is less devious when it's blue, fluffy, and smiling. Truth.

I hope everyone's been having a great week so far.

And, to those of you in Westchester, PSA; the White Plains Borders is going out of business. All books are 25% off. It's not worth losing the spot, but so long as we are, I hope everyone will go take a look, and help them clean out their stock, yeah?

Lastly, this meme:
I don't usual deal in Anon, but sometimes, there are things people just can't speak about unless they're... strangers, so to say? Ah, anyway, I thought I would give this a try. I trust my Flist to use Anon responsibly.

Leave me an anonymous comment pouring your heart out. Say anything. Tell me your stories, your secrets, those things no one ever asks but you wish to tell. Tell me about your love, your hate, your indifference, your joy. Tell me about what's inside of you when you're reading through these entries on your friends list, and tell me why you continue to come back here. Tell me anything. Tell me what you really think of me or yourself. Anything.

Post anonymously. Speak honestly. Post as many times as you like.

Post Public for a week. Hope to speak to everyone soon, and those of you beginning your semesters this week, or taking Regents-- Best of Luck, guys.

Friend Wanking, Cosplay

2007-11-28T03:35:05Z

I was going to talk about all sorts of relevant things, but then I remembered… I forgot them. Insert Facepalm: HERE.

So, bullet points, me dearest friends who will help me organize my scattered thoughts. =D

***First off, and most importantly as always, thank you. Those of you who know me well enough just to see the subtle differences in how I act when I’m truly upset/struggling, and have gone above and beyond the call of ‘nice’ to make me feel better…. You all are pretty pimp. &hearts Cookies for my whole FLIST for being entirely fantastic homo sapiens. ^^ (Especially you, Madi. You show –particular- sensitivity with “OMG LIKE ARE YOU FEELING BETTER? …BECAUSE I WOULD LIKE SEX LATER.” Lol, bff.)

***Second most importantly, HOLIDAY CARD POSTS, YES? I’ve been a bit MIA as of late, and I know I’ve missed a few. I’ll have my own up soon, but until then—links to ones I’ve missed, please? I’m afraid that I lost track, and I don’t want to lose the opportunity. I put all of my Hol-cards up on my college-dorm-door, and they always are a big pile of win and smile for me. &hearts

***Thanksgiving: Everyone will always complain your right ear off that Valentine’s is a consumer holiday. But nothing says ‘CONSUMPTION’ ~~like the Black Plague! Oh man, only really big nerdy history dorks will get a laugh out of that…~~ like mass amounts of food. Much family-time was had, and I spent the evening being pounced on by wee cousins and chubby puppy dogs alike. Aka. WIN.

I hope everyone had a fabulous holiday. In short, mine was…

And my father and I are serious dorkfaces. &hearts Also: I look like I’m about FOURTY. Hi there, old age. =D

***And then, at some point, we cosplayed Katekyo Hitman REBORN. Wait, what?

Yamamoto Takeshi: __kaze__
Gokudera Hayato: nerdraeg
Photos By: reesesaresexy

Stealing from my DA account;

“While the costumes might not seem very in-depth, the characters are both rich and interesting, and made wearing this a blast for me. Also: this involved way more sewing on my part then I would have suspected. Woah there, buddy.

I still need to make Gokudera's dynamitez. This was more of a spur of the moment 'let's Kfufufu for the opening of the film Hitman' cosplay. Better photos and fuller group to come later~”

Serious props to Vishal for –cutting his hair- to do this with me, even if it was only for unfinished version/lulz.

Lol, oh god, I fail at smoking. Some of the first words out of Ari’s mouth: ‘You look silly. XD It’s clear you have NO IDEA what to do with the cigarette.’ I CERTAINLY learned how to choke on the ash, though. Ohgodfail.

Hitmaaaan poster. Cause we’re playing MAFIA.

Dorky mafia. ._.

Next Time: I am wearing my tall people shoes. aufheaohgfoasehfs. Horrible lighting was horrible.

Gokudera makeup/wig/eye test I did initially. I was –really- pleased with the new method I devised, make-up wise for this. It covered up my freckles, it made me look really pale, and while it wasn’t very –natural- looking and took two days to get completely off, the results were worth how abnormally SHINY it made me. (PLEASE TO BE IGNORING THE LACK OF ATTRACTIVENESS, KTHX.)

Also, that wig was a pleasure to style. Still needs a bit more octopus-spike to be perfected, though. ~_^ Random Pizza shop girl was random, and thought it was my real hair. = Win. Getting eyebrows to also be silver is an accomplishment so astounding that I'm pretty sure it's going to be carved into my gravestone one day as my crowning achievement.

BEJEZUS, it was so cold out during this that my hands turned purple. STOP THAT, NEW YORK. 76 degress on Gobble Day, and then Sub-Zero on Hitman day? Cruel, cruel fate.

Cosplay Note: Also, randomly, Serenity/Firefly cosplay group for Conneticon just combusted itself into existance. We still need folks. So far, it’s morninglow, heerojf, myself, and __kaze__ will be forced into it. Join us, Y/Y? =D (Cast list when I figure out who is who…?)

***And, because I promised… if you for some reason want to read my totally ridiculous essay on why the Blue Power Ranger is better than the Green Power Ranger (lol, here at college we have lame iron chef/essay duels – I kid thee not, Addy vs. Greg in a battle for the honour of their respective childhood favourite hero), then comment, and ye shall receive. Oh man. //End Power Rangers. I hope.

***On that note, I’m overwhelmed by the sudden presence of… friends on campus. o_o; I still haven’t been here long, but it’s a warm, fuzzy feeling to suddenly have so many people to do trivial things with, to have all of my time filled up by company and laughter, while still having not had to let go of what’s always made me smile—friends since forever ago, and from all the way across the ocean. Lucky Addy is a Lucky Girl, but that’s not going to stop her from missing certain people.

I’m keeping my Sunday free. I said I would, right?

***And other stuff. That I’ve forgotten. I think it involved turkey and porn. And ice hockey? OH, EARLY ALZHEIMER’S, HOW YOU HAUNT ME.

For Ari. &hearts

DA Link: http://sumeragistar.deviantart.com/art/FMA-Human-in-Every-Way-70653815

GEEK, GEEK, GEEK, NERD

2007-10-09T14:37:38Z

Hey guys.

I’ve been neglecting this poor journal again. I know I have a lump ton to update on, so, here’s the bullet pointed version, to be fleshed out and PICTURE-IZED later, via LiveJournal Magical Girl Transformation.

Epic New York City-time last weekend with morninglow that involved being stylish mall vigilantes, China-Town slumming, PURIKURA ( bitches don’t know about my pokemonz), and some retartedly expensive ice cream at Pink Berries, where frozen yogurt is such serious business that you have to flash ID and have a retinal scan to get some Green Tea that tastes of cold bananas. My wallet may forgive you, but my taste buds never will.

Later it was Resident Evil: Extinction with Vishal, which was worth it just for the Fufu Berry and the army of Slinky Red Dress Clones ©. I could have done without the tentacle face molestation, however, and I bet so could the Make Up staff.

__kaze__ also came up from New York for Sunday, and it was funtimes yet again. Also: His car is physic. When we were terribly lost on our way to go explore a Sketchy Abandoned Factory, the radio busts out with “Where are we going... going.... going?” Furthermore, when your driver says, “That’s pretty amazing” and the Radio concedes, “AMAZING”, it’s time to check if you’re sleuthing in a Transformer~

Back to NEW YORK this weekend (excitement evident), because Boss-chan Lance asked if I wouldn’t mind coming down to work. Kidlets from camp apparently asked if I would come to their birthday party, which is adorable in the slightly unsettling way that makes me feel like a mall attraction. *v* BUT, we’re going to be teaching them “I Don’t Dance” (lyrics, choreography) from High School Musical 2. Yes, I went there. I agreed that was fine, so long as I could sing the part for Corbin Bleu and not Lucas Gabriel. My homo levels are not that high yet; I need to work on that for upcoming cosplay…

*Leeron from Gurren Lageen.* Do Want. Is anyone else interested in a group? (I FOUND A JO-ANN’S FABRIC HERE. Not paying limbs for cosplay = Rekindled spirit.)

Nurr, nurr—I was thinking for Expo, but I’ve heard now from both kasaii and nerdcore that Fanime is vastly superior? DO TELL, my San Fran and L.A. girls and boys? (Also, nerdcore, the wig came in. =D Fufu. Adorable. Thank you. &hearts)

Cosplay-wise, I can already feel it’s going to be the year of the body-suits/jumpsuits. And we’re going to rock them people, because this is how we roll. One episode of Gundam 00 led to massive nostalgic fan attachment. Hoho--

Kaze says:
Setsuna just brings back bad Heero memories imo
Addy says:
For serious, my impression too. 'Must accomplish ridiculously simple and straightforward mission, even if it means... sacrificing... my personality.... and being... a total unlikable dickwad...'
Kaze says:
"proceeding to be malleable and uncharacteristic in every aspect"
Addy says:
XD Hohoho. So true.
Kaze says:
hur hur, indeed XD
Kaze says:
you realize, we're opening pandora's box here, and eventually we'll have to locate two other fans to make things complete. For ULTRA GEEKY FANDOM INSIDE JOKES, LULZ
Addy says:
Oh, but of course. The depressing part is that this is bound to amble down the road of CHASPLAY. And that will mean spandex jump suits. ….You dug your own grave. I just followed you in.
Kaze says:
.....I’m waiting for the depressing part
Addy says:
Oho? Well of course, because you'll just look so pwnsome in ORANGE SPANDEX, Y/Y? XD
Kaze says:
well i think i'll have to go with: -yus- XD
Addy says:
Damnit, stop being such a saucy tart. XD

So, we are actively recruiting for a Lockon and a Setsuna. *v* My deliciously androgynous icon with fonic sight tempts you~

Speaking of fonic sight, to get back to old geekery, thank you so much to guynophobia for the NEW LAYOUT that I may figure out how to install sometime this century. Lucky-Star Jade is FTW love, and now I match wildsaber & glorious. Nurhur.

Moar Tales of Abyss; Arts.

Link: http://sumeragistar.deviantart.com/art/ToA-Drecky-Dreckface-66452384

Link: http://sumeragistar.deviantart.com/art/ToA-Dorky-Dorkface-66676565

WHAT IS THIS UGLY?

Link: http://sumeragistar.deviantart.com/art/ToA-Necromancers-Wear-Blush-66848260

Also: Lol. (Collab between Mari, Julie, and myself. Nonetheless, worst movie ever, uke'd only by Battlefield Earth.)

Last: I plan to change my journal name, as a spring clean-up type motif (in the fall, because I Don’t Conform *Eyeliner*). To make everything less confusing, I’d like my LiveJournal name to match my Cosplay.com/Lab accounts, ect.

NAME SUGGESTIONS? Mari gave me Technologic, which was ace, but taken. If all else fails, I’ll simply have to snatch up Fabulize. Because nothing is more attractive than a journal name dripping with ~~glitter~~ ego. HELP, HELP.

EDIT:// Suggestions so Far--
-Fabulize
-Fonologic
-Freakonomics
-Fuzzyhandcuffs
-Fantacular
-Anything containing 'Fufu'
Moral of Story: All suggestions must now being with an F? XD Keep 'em coming. &hearts

PS: Welcome to new friends. (And old too, of course, ILU guys.) However, if you’re a NF who has added me without informing me of who you are first, please do so. I’ve been having a bit of trouble lately with Internet-Stalker types to the umpteenth degree of creepy, and while I don’t want to hold that against anyone, I’d like to know who you are to feel comfortable reading yours/letting you have at mine. Not Fort Knox here, just curious. Cosplay? Role-Play? Likened interest? =.x Inform me, please, as I’d feel rude removing you when we might be on perfectly amiable terms.

The Cosplay Post you Have All (All six of you?) Been Waiting for! –ToA

2007-07-03T03:24:55Z

So, this entry may only be of interest to those in the Tales of the Abyss cosplay group for Anime Next and Otakon this July; but please feel free to read and help us out, if you’d like. &hearts Also, correct me if I’ve gotten anything mussed up here.

CAST

~~Dreckface~~ Luke fon Fabre: morninglow
Tear Grants: penguins_queen
~~Birthday Girl~~~ Anise Tatlin: kiku
~~LOLPIRATE~~ Guy Cecil: sleepy_syusuke
~~Princess of Canada~~ Natalia of the Long Last Name: arivess
~~So Not A Pimp~~ Jade Curtiss: nerdraeg
~~His Majesty of the Lustrous Hair~~ Emperor Peony IX: __kaze__

Additional Cast, for Otakon…

Asch the ~~Inarticulate~~ Bloody: glitteringloke
Dist the ~~Ninja Hugger~~ Reaper: Josh [No LJ Username]

Questionable cast…

*Fon Master Ion: ohariko
*Nephry

Questionable cast refers to the fact that we are still unsure as to whether or not we will have the character. And we have the very serious issue of having yet no silly nicknames for our Fon Master and Hymnest…

I would like it very much if everyone on that list was willing to friend one another, and get in touch before the cons, just to introduce themselves—especially to those who only know one or two other folks in the group. Knowing the majority of you, I can say that everyone on that list is very friendly, and probably won’t mind a hullo or two in their direction.

PHOTOSHOOTS

Listed below are the photoshoots I have been informed will be taking place within the group, and the relative dates/times/locations of their occurrence. I was able to clinch us photographers who work free of charge, which is always a plus for out wallets. :)

‘Malkuth’ Photoshoot [Guy, Jade, Peony]: July 4, Beach, Time Unknown
ToA Group Photoshoot, ANIME NEXT [Main Cast, Peony]: July 6, Lawn, Shot by Photographer: http://gallery.orobouros.net/main.php
“Tales of…” Cosplay Photoshoot: July 5th, 4pm—Madi is in charge of this.
Skit Faces Photoshoot: July 5th, Afternoon
ToA Male Cast Photoshoot, Otakon: July 21st, Afternoon-- http://www.refractorproductions.net/

Couples and Pairs…
Luke + Tear: July 5th - Afternoon
Luke + Jade: July 5th- Afternoon
Luke + Asch: July 20th(???)
Tear + Anise: July 5th – Afternoon
Luke + Anise: July 5th- Afternoon?
Jade + Anise: July 5th – Evening
Jade + Dist: July 21st- Morning
Peony + His Rappigs: Must Happen at Some Point. &hearts

PERFORMANCE

While we are not entering the masquerade as a group this year, please wish those of us entering the costume competitions separately Best of Luck. You have mine~ Now, a smaller portion of the group –will- be doing a quick outdoor performance, as requested by our Peony…

Grand Fonic Hymn
Singing: Jen (Tear)
Guitar: Dan (No Cosplay)
Keyboard: Addy (Jade)
Base: Dave (Guy)

If there are any other members of the group who play an instrument and would like to participate, please give me a prod, and I can link you up to sheet music.

Now, Madi and Vishal are heading off rooming, so I don’t think I need to address that here… the only final two words.

+If you know of someone who will be cosplaying as one of the Cast we do NOT yet have (or even that we already do <3), feel free to invite them to join. We never turn down meeting someone new and geeking out together.

+If you are Not participating in the group, or going to the Cons, but are still a big fan of Abyss, let us know! We’re pretty much up for anything, so any poses anyone has in mind, requests for certain photos, ect., just poke us.

That should be it, mah darlings~ If you'll need to get in contact with me, I'll be happy to give you my cell number as a screened comment to this post. I'd tack it up here, but this is the first Non-FO post I've written in a while, and after the recent phone-stalker incident, I'm going to be a bit more prudent with who may have the number.

As a side note, gynophobia, I am nearly finished with your doujinshi (Teaser, in Unfinished Colour~ Page, Cover Bit). If there are other art requests pending, remind me, please. I have the memory of an Alzheimer’s patient.

To appease Mari, I should probably announce that I’ve gotten married. It isn’t every day that that that occurs via shiny yellow picto-ring. So, honorbound gets &hearts ‘s. I'm a very lucky... fake husband! (Though, to someone in particular, I do recall our ‘anniversary’ is coming up, and I did get you the promise ring we hinted at, so I hope you cheer up soon, pup; it'd be crushing to see you mope anymore. And I won't say anymore on that.)

Well, see most of you folks this weekend, hm? ^^
Looking forward to it, and to meeting a few of you for the first time.
...I still can't quite fathom that Dave bought an actual Dog collar that says 'Guy'... Someone, bring a leash~

EDIT:// aorueoajfeij!!!!!!!!one11!!ect.incoherencyandnetspeak! I am an utter dork, and forgot to mention under PERFORMANCES; Vishal, our Peony-sama, will be making a short film. There have been various ideas on what to do, and I do not believe we have one single, slated idea. So give us your brain children, and we shall make good use of them. ~~My vote is still with the Disney songs, but then, when isn't my vote with the Disney songs?~~