No Day but Today

YAY!

toaster_phantom — Wed, 28 Jun 2006 01:18:20 GMT

The concept of this is to pick the five or six words that best describe me. It's a Johari/Nohari square...thing. Yeah.

Positive.

Negative.

Icon journal!

toaster_phantom — Mon, 26 Jun 2006 04:43:12 GMT

I'm too tired to think about and/or explain why, as I am not entirely sure at the moment, but I now have an icon journal. This means that I will no longer post my icons here. If you liked my icons, you can friend my icon journal. If you didn't really care for them unless they were from a particular fandom, you can probably still find them in the icon community for said fandom. This way the people who don't want to see a post of my icons in three communities and my own journal will have a little less clutter in their friends list.

Plug utopia_icons

Still working on it, but it looks alright as of now. Only one icon post so far.

[100_original: Make-Believe: 001//Beginnings, 002//Middles]

toaster_phantom — Fri, 09 Jun 2006 17:23:51 GMT

Here are my first works for 100_original. They are loosely connected, but you can understand them seperately.

Title: Birth
Fandom: Make-Believe
Claim: General
Prompt: 001: Beginnings
Word Count: 153
Rating: G
Summary: The beginning, through the eyes of a child.

.001//Beginnings

She looked on as doctors and nurses rushed by her; tall men and women in white coats and gloves with stethoscopes and clipboards and better things to do than take notice of a freckle-faced child barely taller than a yardstick. She licked her lips in curiosity, standing on her tiptoes and pulling up towards the window. What was this strange item, this foreign creature which had disturbed her regular life? She pulled up higher, groaning and rolling forward onto the toes of her shoes hoping to catch a glimpse.

Two strong hands grabbed her around the waist, lifting her onto a shoulder.

“There’s your little brother,” her father told her fondly, tapping the window.

She pressed her nose to the glass, watching the figures of dozens of crying dolls in glass cases staring back at her, wondering how it was that this toy that resembled so many she already had was so important.

Title: Summer
Fandom: Make-Believe
Claim: General
Prompt: 002: Middles
Word Count: 476
Rating: G
Summary: She was alone, except for the stars and the wind and the crickets.

.002//Middles

She rearranged her lumpy sleeping bag on the uncomfortable ground, feeling the sticks and rocks poke her back through the cotton and the bottom of the tent. Crickets chirped outside, joined in by a cacophony of woodland creatures scurrying and screeching. She tossed and turned from one side to the other, hearing her younger brother’s snoring fill the tent—another noise to prevent her from achieving any peace. She sighed in resignation, pushing herself to her feet and slipping on her sandals, crawling out of the tent. Maybe the cool night air would give her a bit of peace.

The dry roots and twigs crunched and snapped beneath her feet as she sat down groggily in front of the pile of timber where the fire had been just hours before. In the remote woods the stars seemed so much brighter, sprinkling the black sky like freckles—nothing like the sky over the city where you could only see a few particularly bright constellations when the sky was clear. The moon was gone but for a small sliver, and she couldn’t help but notice in her half-asleep state that it looked like someone had slit the sky with a knife, exposing a streak of the pale surface beneath. It was lovely, in a sad sort of way, she thought.

She’d never particularly cared for the outdoors—the lack of bathrooms, being cooped up with family members in tents, so far from civilization and friends and phones and the mall and everything she loved about living in the twenty-first century.

She hugged one knee to her chest, leaning onto her arms as the crickets chirped their lonely song.

Summer was a time she loved, as a general rule. After all, who wouldn’t love three months of warm weather and no school, with swimming pools open and more time to sleep, malls to be explored and movies to watch, and not having to think about an education? Still, summer was lonely. School meant being constantly surrounded by friends, by people you knew and enjoyed being around. A summer could change a person—it had before. Sometimes going back to school became like meeting everyone all over again.

As her eyes drifted shut, one particular silhouette reflected dimly onto the darkness of her eyelids, and ever fond memory that appeared every night in her dreams. Even the crickets seemed to echo in their melodious murmur the sounds of her misery. She could see his face in vivid colors painted in her mind, could hear the crisp sound of his voice, and yet she was alone except for the stars and the wind and the crickets. She felt her eyelids grow heavier and let out a yawn.

They claim that absence makes the heart grow fonder. She always thought that was a stupid thing for them to say, whoever they were.

Meep!

toaster_phantom — Wed, 07 Jun 2006 21:24:28 GMT

I applied at 100_original. Here's the table.

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR!

toaster_phantom — Sat, 27 May 2006 01:06:38 GMT

Wow. Just...wow.

Azula is a crazy psycho witch. Katara was, too, for the first ten minutes.

I feel so bad for Zuko...Poor Iroh, too. But this could be the needed revolution for Zuko - after this, he might actually join the ~~dark~~ light side and turn against the Fire Nation completely.

Oh, and...ZUTARA. There were hints! The ponytale comment was love. Total love. Katara totally digs him.

Zuko, Zuko, Zuko...Katara offered to help you and you refused. :'( Maybe he'll calm down next episode and she'll actually get to help.

I have a new OTP! Ty Lee/Sokka. It beats Sokka/Azula by a longshot.

Also, I love Toph and all her "STFU, I pwn j00!" attitude. I am kind of wondering how Iroh's death is going to affect her. I'm really hoping it's not going to turn into a Toph/Zuko revolution, though.

My ideas on couple for Avatar? As follows:

Couples that I love:
Katara/Zuko
Toph/Aang
Sokka/Yue or Sokka/Ty Lee
Iroh/Jun
Haru/Song (it makes SO much sense)
Azula/Zhao (nobody stays dead for long in anime, or American Otaku Chinese Cartoon things)

Couples I like moderately:
Sokka/Suki
Katara/Sokka (incest wasn't really all that taboo back then, especially in a tribe with only one male over ten years old)
Katara/Aang
Aang/Meng
Zuko/Song

Yup. I'm done. I have to empty my muse. A fanfic begs to be written.

I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay...

toaster_phantom — Tue, 02 May 2006 22:39:16 GMT

I made a bunch of Monty Python (Holy Grail and And Now for Something Compltely Different) icons in honor of Michael Palin's upcoming birthday on which he'll be turning...63, I think, but my math could be wrong, as I am terribly awful at it.

If you take any, all I ask is that you comment and credit. Textless icons are not bases.

Holy Grail

#01	#02	~~#05~~ #03	#04	#05

#06	#07	#08	#09	#10

#11	#12	~~#15~~ #13	#14	#15

#16	#17	#18	-	-

And Now for Something Completely Different

#01	#02	~~#05~~ #03	#04	#05

#06	#07	#08	#09	#10

#11	#12	~~#15~~ #13	#14	#15

#16	#17	#18	#19	#20

#21	#22	~~#23~~ #25	#24	#25

#26	#27	#28	-	-

toaster_phantom — Wed, 05 Apr 2006 02:06:22 GMT

I'm bored, but alive. YAY!

@.@

toaster_phantom — Thu, 30 Mar 2006 02:53:20 GMT

I feel dizzy. Dizzy like a...a thing that is very dizzy and fainty-like.

I was gonna write an essay due Friday then work on DoR and my entry for illpronebelly, but I guess I'll have to try and do them tomorrow. I don't think I'll have time to do anything other than the essay, though.

I felt like this yesterday night, too. Unprovoked... I can hardly see the keys and everything's all... move-y around-y. Meh. I need to go to bed, but I'm going to try to finish that math homework first. It's just one page, and it shouldn't take too much concentration. Then I just have to copy som vocabulary. I can read the histroy section tomorrow.

PWEEEEE~

toaster_phantom — Sun, 26 Mar 2006 18:26:57 GMT

I made a deviantART account. toaster-phantm. Yup. I made a typo and forgot the last "o". XD I'm such a retard.

There's nothing there but a bunch of favorites at the moment. I'll get around to posting something (probably writing) at...some point.

In which a Zuko/Katara shipper manages to find hope amidst a Katara/Aang-centered episode

toaster_phantom — Sat, 25 Mar 2006 05:53:18 GMT

Anyone who A) does not watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, B) does not ship Zutara, or C) has not seen the most recent episode, The Cave of Two Lovers, will probably want to overlook this post.

Yes, yes, I am a hopeless loser. But hear me out!

The "two forbidden lovers" tale INSTANTLY reminded me of Zuko and Katara. The images of them depicted one in red and one in blue. Red = Fire Nation, blue = Water Tribes. The two villages were at war, like the Fire and Water Nations. Shu (the male, who was dressed in blue) died in the war, and Oma (the female, dressed in red) got angry and stopped the war, joining the two nations together into the city of Omashu.

So. There are two possibilities if history repeats itself as in this, one of which are Zutara Crack!Theories, and one is a Kataang theory. Since the character in blue died, we will assume this is representing Katara.

Now, assume that under some circumstances which I am not about to go into explaining, Zuko and Katara manage to fall in love.

1) Katara dies by Fire Nation hands and Zuko goes berzerk on them, kills his father in a fit of rage (unlikely, but...). Voila! War is over. Water and Fire merge.

2) Katara dies by Fire Nation hands and Aang goes into the Avatar state and kills Ozai. Bwuahahahaha.

Erm... I mean, poor Katara. T_T

Why do I love tragedy so much? Why do I love sitting and crying for hours over fictional characters? WHY?!

And now for something completely different!

[insert fangirling NOW]

Death awaits you all with nasty big pointed teeth!

toaster_phantom — Tue, 21 Mar 2006 08:22:33 GMT

I'm tired now. I was hyper about an hour ago, but the coffee and chocolate finally wore off. I'm going to watch Monty Python (again) and go to bed. I would watch Rent (again), but I'm afraid it would wake up Danielle (my ten year old cousin, who is sleeping in the top bunk). I could watch my Zim DVDs, but A) they're in the other room and I don't want to wake my aunt, and B) I'd get too engrossed and never get to sleep. Monty Python's funny, but it's not as loud or flashy as Zim. (Yet another reason why I'm not going to watch Rent tonight.)

Blah blah blah... v.v Time for bed.

toaster_phantom — Sat, 18 Mar 2006 04:58:44 GMT

Just finished watching RENT, and it seriously pwned.

Sex, drugs, homosexuality, singing... Yup. It's one of the best musicals EVER. (Phantom of the Opera is still the best, though.)

Now I'm watching Sailor Moon episodes rented from Blockbuster with my little cousin. Unfortunately, there's no option to watch the original Japanese, but I guess re-living my childhood isn't so bad, bad dubs or not.

toaster_phantom — Sat, 18 Mar 2006 01:01:05 GMT

ZOMGWTFBBQ!

The new Avatar season! IT STARTS RIGHT NOW! (East coast, anyways.)

Edit: Aw... Zuko... I just wanna hug him.

Azula's such an arogant bitch. I like her already. :P

Edit 2: They should listen to Katara... I have a bad feeling.

OMG! TEA! XD Aang's hyper!

Edit 3: Wow. These people keep doing really dumb stuff...

AZULA! OMG! O.O

...Zuzu? [snickers]

Edit 4:Zuko! T_T Poor gullible Zuko.

OMG! SOKKA WAS SHIRTLESS!

Zuko SMILED. Aw... ^_^

Edit 5: OMG. Those people are retards.

Yupyup. They just revealed the plan. GO ZUKO! GO IROH!

GO AANG! GO KATARA!

Edit 6: Stupid bastard. He's gonna DIIIIIIEEE.

Edit 7: Ouch. Harsh, Azula. HARSH.

Edit 8: Hah hah. Sokka pwnd him.

RUN ZUKO! OMG... HAIRCUT!!! O_O

Aw... It's over...

Edit 9: (last one!)

I saw the previews for next week. Every Zutara fan in the world is going to be in a frenzy. We were hoping... But it's going to be... T_T NYAAAH!

toaster_phantom — Tue, 14 Mar 2006 15:29:36 GMT

Because of the recent tragedy, I'm going to my mom's house for a day or two. She says she doesn't want to stay alone at her house. I don't blame her.

I may not update again until Thursday, since she doesn't have internet.

[Invader Zim] Tak @ 1character

toaster_phantom — Fri, 10 Mar 2006 03:30:11 GMT

Title: Beauty in the Dissonance
Fandom: Invader Zim
Character: Tak
Theme set: Alpha
Disclaimer: Invader Zim belongs to the evil mastermind that is Jhonen Vasquez and the unworthy drones at Viacom and Nickelodeon.
Rating: PG or PG-13, depending on how active your imagination is.

(for 1character)

I finished in two days! I PWN J00 ALL! Well... I feel special anyways, even if I DID do these instead of homework...

#01 – Speak
“How would you know that?” he asked her (since you’ve never been human), and she wasn’t sure what to say in response.

#02 – Touch
His hand brushed against hers—most likely unintentionally—and she quickly pulled away.

#03 – Memory
She had no hope remaining—the Tallest deemed her a defect; rather, she lived only in anticipation of her vengeance against Zim (after that, who knew what would happen?).

#04 – Vanilla
The sugary sweet taste made her skin prickle—her nose wrinkled and she pushed the ice-cream away.

#05 – Chocolate
Zim grumbled apathetically, shoving the box of chocolates into her hands (“These are from me, I hope you love them”) she growled, opening up the box and dumping them down the back of his shirt, watching in amusement as the candy sizzled and cracked against his skin and he writhed on the floor in pain.

#06 – Ways and Means
“How did you do it?” he asked curiously—a rather odd question from one who was tied up and held prisoner; she coldly replied, “I have my ways,” and resumed her work.

#07 – Belief
Tak had been the first person to believe Dib (the fact that she too was an Irken bent on world domination aside), and because of that he could never bring himself to hate her the way he did Zim.

#08 – Linger
An elbow jabbed her in the stomach, causing Tak to lose her balance and stumble, landing in his arms—“It was an accident!” she blurted; but it did not change the fact that she remained several seconds longer than necessary, almost relishing the feeling.

#09 – Illuminance
It was a peculiar sight—the reflection of the tiny, pale Earthen moon reflected in his glasses; it was comparatively different from the three great moons that revolved around Irk, burning with a reddish tint and giving the night the same amount of light as day (Irkens never slept, so this never proved a problem).

#10 – Ornament
Tak watches with interest as Dib plants the final star atop the Christmas tree, smiling back; this year, his holiday will be with her (his father is always busy, and his sister certainly could care less).

#11 – Coup de foudre
She gasps—Irken lips press against human, all four eyes (six if you counted his glasses as being eyes of their own) wide in shock.

#12 – Archway
She walked through the door of the classroom, an arrogant smirk across her face and all eyes on her—and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

#13 – Fate
Amethyst eyes were set hard on the object in front of her, each move deliberate as she neared her goal; “Fate is for those who refuse to accept their own responsibility—I shape my destiny myself.”

#14 – Pulse
She snarls, struggling against him—his arms hold tighter around her waist; the two roll over each other, fueled only by adrenaline and desire.

#15 – Envelope
Concealed within her hologram and a clever guise, she appears as any other human; much longer, and she might begin to believe it herself.

#16 – Cold
The Irk was a chilly planet, with summers that hardly reached more than seventy degrees; Tak wiped the glistening beads of sweat from her face as the sun rose higher in the sky and cursed the greenhouse effect.

#17 – Need
Tak hated the thought of needing anything, of an addiction—but it was too late, because her craving had come to control her; and she could not live without the sensation—the softness of human skin and the heat of the human’s breathe—even if it meant self-destruction.

#18 – Drunk
Tak was sorry to say she learned her lesson about giving a human Xyir-Quilg (a rare Meekrob wine) the hard way—she growled, pulling the Earthling by her collar as she stumbled, laughing as though she had heard the universe’s greatest joke; when Tak hissed at her and demanded what the hell was so funny, Gaz only laughed harder, finally rasping out, “Your antenna is so square-like!”, falling over herself in laughter once more.

#19 – Mask
She was such an enigma—hidden behind layers of deception, he wondered if Tak even knew who she really was, or simply went along with whatever role she felt like pursuing.

#20 – Rose
“A long time ago Earth used to give out flowers for Valentine’s Day,” he tells her, handing her the blossom (she takes it—what else could she do?); “I know it’s a little late, but I wanted to give you something special, since you’re a vegetarian.”

#21 – Two
It was strange how almost everyone worked in pairs—Dib and his sister, Zim and his (malfunctioning) SIR unit, the two Tallest, and even the skool children—but since the destruction of Mimi, Tak worked unaided—she found it quite depressing.

#22 – Fresh
It was the first time she had been on Irk in almost one hundred years, and she couldn’t help but feel overjoyed as she sunk her teeth into the ripe ktacher fruits and felt the bitter acidic juices slide down the back of her throat.

#23 – Bribe
Gaz smirks, holding out Mimi’s memory disk, but pulls it away as the Irken’s hand nears it—“I guess this is worth a lot,” she muses, “and I’m certainly not letting it go for free” (In other words “Let’s make a deal”); Tak sighed (she should have known it wouldn’t be that simple).

#24 – Error
Her plan was perfect—it was Zim who was flawed.

#25 – Appetite
“Irkens don’t need to eat,” she explained, hardly paying attention as the human continued to question her about her race, “they just like to.”

#26 – Refrain
A thousand questions buzz through Dib’s mind as he stands in front of her, seeing her for what she truly is for the first time—but he bites back emotion, reminding himself that she is just as much his enemy as Zim.

#27 – Family
It was a concept that she was unable to understand—mothers, fathers, siblings, cousins—an Irken had only his or herself, their SIR unit, and the Tallest, and this always sufficed (and having a little sister, from what she saw with Dib, was far more trouble than it was worth).

#28 – Grieve
She let out a sob—emotion, and a key sign of defect; it would be only a matter of time before she was as bad Zim.

#29 – Vapor
As Tak stood awkwardly amidst the Earth girls in the locker room, the steam pouring from the back where the showers were located and dozens of girls dashing about in little more than towels or underwear, she could think at least fifty reasons to feel uncomfortable.

#30 – Tea
She held the Vortian tea high, sipping it and switching cups with Lard Nar, repeating the process; it was a symbol of peace—the bloody Irken Revolution was finally at its end, and Queen Tak stood proudly as the shortest ruler of the Irken Empire since before the Great Revelation—when rule by height was first instated.

#31 – Medicine
Females, rare in the Empire due to the genetic engineering, were at a constant risk of being rejected by their paks, and thus for the first twenty years of their lives had to swallow a disgusting tonic every week; she shuddered, remembering the bitter taste as she shoved the soap in her mouth, hoping to rid herself of the human food still stuck to her teeth (she had spat most of it out) before any permanent damage could be done.

#32 – Moth
“Like a moth to the flame,” she murmured in his ear, a shiver crawling down his spine; he couldn’t help but see the irony.

#33 – Perfect
All Irkens were perfect, just some more than others; Tak, being both female (rare) and purple (rarer), was often considered beneath the more…ideal Irkens (Tallest Red was the absolute model of perfection, with not one flaw—internal or external).

#34 – Rope
The cord was tight around the other Irken, leaving him no room to move; motionless, he was at her mercy—he would know what it feels like to be trapped, and then have everything you have ever worked for seized away.

#35 – Wind
She hated being outside at night in the early spring, when the winds of Earth howled like ravenous beasts and threatened rain that could destroy her as easily as fire consumes a stack of hay in the parched summer.

#36 – Crossroads
It was a difficult choice—Dib, the person who had once saved her life, asked nothing in return but for her to spare his planet; yet what else could be done but let the Armada take the planet and perhaps spare him instead (a life for a life equates, ne-ce pas)?

#37 – Summer
The final skool day of the year ended and students poured from the classroom; summer meant more time planning, fighting, continuing in their endless cycle (Zim tries to take over, Tak and Dib team up; Tak tries to take over, Zim and Dib team up…), and although somewhere they all knew that no one would ever win, it persisted as such.

#38 – Candy
She watched as Dib concentrated intently, hurling a peppermint at Zim’s head with all his might, and Zim, enraged, jumped atop his desk and dramatically demanded to know who would DARE to throw filthy sweetmeats at his superior normal human head; Tak and her fellow classmates shared in a hardy laugh at the stupidity of it all.

#39 – Photograph
The bright light flashed in her face causing her to jump back; the Polaroid camera was a primitive machine (photography was nearly useless in the Irken Empire), but when the human smiled and handed her the snapshot, she couldn’t help but take the camera herself and snap a picture of the next thing she saw—it was somehow a trillion times more thrilling than the automated Irken recording cameras to watch the picture slowly appear on a square, wondering if it would turn out as it was supposed to (watching Zim stumble and fall from the blinding light wasn’t a bad bonus, either).

#40 – Spoon
Irkens didn’t need such thigs as spoons—anything eaten by the Irken race was generally portable and eaten with the hands.

#41 – Forest
The planet was heavily wooded, and the thick vegetation was overflowing with different animals native to the planet; she jumped back as the snake crawled over her foot—and when Dib laughed, she wasted no time in grabbing the reptile and placing it on his shoulder (we shall see how he feels when the tables are turned).

#42 – Mirror
She glimpsed upward at the glass, slightly taken aback at first glance—the face that stared back was not her own, but it was the face that had come to be “Tak.”

#43 – Smoke
Zim marched away triumphantly, as yet another one of her plans went up in smoke, her dreams smoldering as they were destroyed.

#44 – Shine
She had once excelled in the Academy—ranking in the top five percent of her class—much as Dib, who stood out among his classmates (be it in logic, math, science, or history); but then, looking where it got her, she couldn’t say that it really mattered anyway.

#45 – Balloon
It is a peculiar custom, but humans love to give out balloons on birthdays—and she hands him the inflated sphere, spinning from the string, when not even his dad remembered to wish him a happy birthday (such is the price to pay for having a famous father), and for a moment he forgets that she is his enemy.

#46 – Vine
It will never cease to amaze her how fast news travels through the grapevine within the skool, and when she hears her name amidst the gossip and the cruel laughter as they all turn away (no table has room for her, save for three—Zim’s, Dib’s, and the reject table in the back) she can’t help but realize how wicked human children can be; she takes her seat at Dib’s table (“So how do you like being an outcast so far?” he asks, and she isn’t sure if he is sarcastic).

#47 – Butterfly
He feels the butterflies rise in his stomach as she brushes by, and he mentally curses his hormones and reminds himself that—no matter what he would like to believe—she is his enemy.

#48 – Gloves
She removes the covering from her hand, revealing three Irken claws—a reminder of who she really is.

#49 – Venom
Warm and fuzzy—nothing around her was in focus, and all coherent thoughts were abandoned—in the background she could hear someone tell her to hold on, that she would be okay.

#50 – Remain
When everything she had ever held onto was gone—the empire, the armada, the tallest, the invaders…the earth—she still continued in her mission of vengeance, and she would never rest until retribution (it was all she had to live for).

A/N:
#05 - set sometime during the episode "Tak: The Hideous New Girl"
#08 - supposed to be Dib/Tak, but Zim/Tak fits as well (or even Skoodge/Tak, etc.)
#14 - can be taken very many different ways, and you can use your imagination and stick any "he" in the scene. Depending on how you take that...yeah. ^^;
#17 - written with Gaz/Tak in mind, but you can take it as Dib/Tak (for all I care, you can take it as Tak/Ms. Bitters)
#23 - GaTR if you squint really hard and use your imagination.
#26 - Also set during "Tak: The Hideous New Girl"
#30 - PLOTBUNNY. Nothing else shall be said, but this may be key in an upcoming story I write.
#32 - Like #14, can be taken a few different ways. But it is talking about Dib, as the moth allusion wouldn't work with anyone else.

I was tagged...

toaster_phantom — Thu, 09 Mar 2006 22:52:27 GMT

ailea tagged me.

I am listing the 5 most effective things to bribe me with. If you get tagged, your mission is to do the same, then tag 5 or more people.

1. COFFEE. Especially frappuccino... Starbucks owns my soul.
2. Pretty fan art. I go all "*_* OMG... SHINY!!!!!!!"
3. Technology - be it DVDs with extras only availible in other countries, an new iPod, a portable DVD player... tech pwns.
4. Books. [Gawd, I'm such a geek] Or fan fiction. Or comic books.
5. Music. Seriously, if you could manage to sing really pretty, you could probably coerce me to jump off of a building.

Who I am tagging:
renuki
masochist89
invader_luna
lamiaataroth
senri

toaster_phantom — Thu, 09 Mar 2006 07:21:17 GMT

2 a.m.

I have 39/50 of the Tak sentences for 1character, and yet I'm still waiting for approval from 1sentence and 100sentences. [headdesk]

Today...

toaster_phantom — Thu, 09 Mar 2006 03:19:34 GMT

Mr. Gallo gave us an extra day for our essay! :0 I'm so happy!

I got accepted to do Tak at 1character. Most of my sentences so far have turned out to be DaTR, though. XD Though, in my defense, most of them could either be interperated as Tak x Any Human or Tak x Any Male Character. One of them is actually kind of ZaTR (a little), but it's set during "Tak: The Hideous New Girl". I've got about 20 of the 50 done so far.

These were originally going to by for 1character, but I changed theme sets because I could not, for the life of me, write anything for one of the themems; so I decided to post them here instead.

Blend (56 words)
Looking out the window after the rain and seeing the ribbon of color stretched across the Earthen sky—red faded to orange and yellow all the way to violet—she couldn’t help but feel somewhat awed by the sight; “Isn’t it lovely?” he asked, and she shrugged (“It’s just a color spectrum projected in the sky”).

Stain (35 words)
Seventy years ago she would have never even considered this path, but after all that she had done already—insubordination, perjury, murder, treason—there was hardly anything worse she could do: she was already tainted.

Alone (39 words)
She had experienced solitude—being the only person for what felt like light-years with only Mimi to listen; what he went through each day was a thousand times worse: always surrounded by people, yet being totally and completely alone.

Umbrella (65 words)
Tak didn’t have to step into the rain to know that it would cause her pain—watching Zim could tell her that—and so she stood beneath the roof in front of the skool in hopes that it would stop; She heard a swish and click behind her, turning to see her classmate with an umbrella, smiling (“I can walk you home if you want”).

Who says a setence can have only two complete thoughts conected by a semi-colon or a conjunction?

toaster_phantom — Wed, 08 Mar 2006 02:37:44 GMT

I really need to get working on that Napoleon essay. :/

More sentences (eventually I will decide to write something of a decent length, but I love this right now, and they’re kind of easy); two are made with prompts from daily_prompt. One of them is over 100 words long! :0

3.7.06//More Sentences
{Invader Zim}

Nominated (74 words)
She once watched in envy as Tenn received the Soldier In Training of the Year award at the academy—an award that should have been hers (one god forsaken vote!), but instead went to Tenn (Tenn, the genius; Tenn, the perfect; Tenn, the most beloved of them all); she hissed, storming out of the auditorium at Skoodge’s declaration of the true honor being in the nomination (Didn’t he know the fucking votes were rigged?).

Pirates (109 words)
He had always heard stories of pirates, the brutish fiends of the sea who did whatever they wanted and stole anything they chose; (the ship suddenly took a jolt, sending him plummeting to the floor;) the words came out of her mouth (a hateful whisper—“Pirates…”), and the alarms started blaring; and as she futilely struggled with the gang (The gun was forced from her hands; the large pirate held her arms behind her back to keep from moving and clamped a hand over her mouth to keep her from shouting commands at the computer) he realized that he had far more to lose than a handful of treasure.

“Hold onto nothing, as fast as you can.” – Tori Amos

Hold (38 words)
Many nights he had awaken in shock, shooting forward and reaching out for something (he was never sure what); but nothing would ever reach back for him, and the dreams were always forgotten the moment reality set it.

We all feel like this sometimes...

toaster_phantom — Tue, 07 Mar 2006 21:13:00 GMT

Thank you, Garfield... You make my day. :)

Also: My birthday is in 6 days! MARCH 13! AND ON A MONDAY!

Iroically, Garfield finds this to be the most unlucky day ever.

One sentence can tell a story, and one word can ignite a flame...

toaster_phantom — Tue, 07 Mar 2006 01:16:48 GMT

I’m trying to claim Dib x Tak at 1sentence (you claim a pairing and write fifty one-sentence fan fics on it; there’s no other Invader Zim claims, but it takes a while to get approved—there are around four pages of claims that have yet to be approved); I’m practicing my ability to write really long sentences based on DaTR because of it (can you see that I’m trying to make this sentence really long and complex?).

All of these are from prompts at promptlywriting.

Anything with a * next to it is set during the episode "Tak: The Hideous New Girl".

3.5.06 and 3.6.06//Various Sentences
{Invader Zim}

Conditions (69 words) *
“On one condition,” he told her (she didn’t think that getting the schematics to Zim’s base would be this hard); she had no choice but to agree, but couldn’t help thinking that he would be rather disappointed if he knew that the female accompanying him to the skool’s Valentine’s Day Dance (“A foolish custom, isn’t it?”) was using him to destroy both his greatest enemy and his home planet.

Slave (72 words)
He had always assumed that he would either win the battle or die trying, but never had it occurred to him that he would be traversing the universe with the violet-eyed would-be Invader, legally under her power (“Just be glad I got you—at least with me, you have a degree of freedom”); but even more peculiar was the fact that he found himself savoring each moment in a strangely blissful state.

Last Resort (42 words)
He was a last resort, and they both knew it (she hated the thought of needing someone’s help); as she watched him (brows etched in concentration, each decision perfectly calculated) she couldn’t help but think that he might be a useful ally.

Pillow Fight (97 words)
Stuck on this filthy planet with no resources and no way of contacting her home planet (Zim would certainly never allow her to use his base) she sat across from her only remaining aide, watching him intently as he rushed through an essay; “Why is it important whether Napoleon was tyrannical or enlightened?” she asks (it certainly doesn’t change the course of history by choosing an opinion on an irrelevant past event) leaning over his paper, and he laughs and tosses his pillow at her as he replies, “I can’t think with you leaning over my paper…”

Whisper (80 words) *
Zim watched them throughout the day, sitting there and whispering back and forth (during class, lunch, recess… even after skool); he certainly wasn’t jealous (“This has nothing to do with jelly!”), but seeing them laughing at some inside joke (“What were you talking to the Tak-worm about earlier, Dib-stink?” “Oh, it’s nothing. You wouldn’t understand.”) he couldn’t help but feel infuriated—after all, the Dibstink should not be allowed to have fun while the amazing ZIM! watches on in confusion.

What scares me is that most of these came out fluffy, or at least pretty light (I'm so used to my stuff turning out dark and full of death!).

OMG! FANART! <3

toaster_phantom — Sun, 05 Mar 2006 05:45:14 GMT

I feel so special! ailea drew fanart for Fausse Amie. here

Isn't it pretty?

Break Away...

toaster_phantom — Sun, 05 Mar 2006 01:29:30 GMT

God, I'm so miserable... I have five younger cousins here, all shoved into my room, which is far too small for them all to fit. There are chips in my bed, my floor is NOT visible in any place, and I can't find ANYTHING!

My drabble of the day is DaTR again, along the same line as yesterday. (That is to say, Romeo & Juliet.) Inspired by the song “Schism”. This song might end up on the Fausse Amie fan fiction soundtrack.

I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication

I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers
Between supposed brothers
I know the pieces fit
— Tool – “Schism”

3.4.06//Schism
{Invader Zim}

The steps were more or less the same on each planet, but the styles varied drastically. The humans seemed to perform is with smooth, spinning motions, while from observing she noticed that the Vortians seemed to prefer jagged zigzag styles. The dance was used in an old style of Irken theatre, and the choreography was meant to look like something between a dance and a battle, with the two partners standing opposite and alternating (often referred to as “Irken Waltz-Dueling”). It felt odd doing this with someone rather than against them. She was never fond of being led, nor of moving backwards.

After about thirty seconds her partner finally quit glancing at his feet (she assumed he was not used to dancing), which made the transitions much smoother, much to his relief. He smiled, and she couldn’t help returning the exchange.

During the course of the dance, she had not considered that the two might be dancing too close, or that she might be getting too wrapped up in her masquerade; but as the music reached its crescendo she felt as though a strange form of magnetism existed between them, pulling their faces closer until they were no more than a centimeter apart (it registered somewhere in the back of her mind that this was an earthen form of showing affection).

Just a little close…

“TAK!” Swiftly she was jerked away, stumbling, still looking back at the human. A confused, almost hurt expression painted his face as she disappeared into the crowd.

“Have you forgotten the object of our mission?” he hissed, slinging her against the wall and pointing a finger accusingly at her.

“You mean my mission!” she huffed, pushing past him. “We’re leaving! Come on!” She grabbed Skoodge, who was making conversation with a Vortian near the door, by his collar, pulling him out behind her, leaving Zim alone to fume at the wall. He noticed that she was long gone, rushing after her.

toaster_phantom — Sat, 04 Mar 2006 03:26:08 GMT

They have these new..."lunch cards" at my school. Anyone who buys anything from the cafeteria has to punch in a number. I think they're monitoring us for something - monitoring who buys what and in what quantity or something. Whatever they're doing, I REFUSE to be a part of it. Conspiracies...

I'm either buying the overpriced chips from the snack machine or bringing my own lunch.

DRABBLES! Inspired by a roleplay I’m currently in at mc_meaties. If anyone’s interested, we could really use someone to play Gaz.

I might eventually make this full-length, since I love DaTR so much, but I’m still working on Day of Reckoning and then I have around two decently large size stories, Dynasty and No Such Place. Dynasty, which was previewed in a drabble a few days ago, will be more plot driven, sci-fi, and action/adventure. No Such Place will be more angst-y, character driven, and will probably never leave the planet. In fact, Zim will only appear in a few chapters.

Because I updated Fausse Amie the day before yesterday I didn’t do a drabble. FYI, whenever I update a story I will consider that your drabble of the day.

Double sized, because I didn’t get it finished in time for yesterday.

3.2.06//Romeo (AU)
{Invader Zim}

Normally he found these intergalactic dances a snore—Vortians, Earthlings, and occasionally Meekrob mingled together in the hall, a flury of different cultures set to music. He found the gaiety sickening—the one thing that he had thus far managed to agree with his sister on. Only Irkens, Earth’s prime enemy, were forbidden to attend.

Most people either found him peculiar or presumed that he felt himself too lofty to mingle with them, so he was often content to stand near the punchbowl or off to the side somewhere. He preferred this as opposed to the mindless chatter of the guest. (Contrary to popular belief, Vortians were frequently as dimwitted as humans, much to his disappointment.)

Still, something—or, more appropriately, someone, caught his eye. She waltzed in the door, a contemporary on either side; an arrogant smile painted her face, as though the entire party was in her honor. He had never seen her before, and yet she manifested an abnormal level of confidence.

She was intriguing—charming, almost. She hardly appeared any different than anyone else at the festivity; and yet as she brushed past him, throwing a poised smirk over her shoulder in his direction, he could not help but sense that there was something peculiarly fascinating about her.

How was he to know that beneath the lovely façade of a young Earthen girl was the skin of an esteemed Irken invader?

3.3.06//Juliet (AU)
{Invader Zim}

It was a pathetic assignment, laden with pathetic company. Zim (who technically was not supposed to even be on this mission, but refused to be left out of the “fun”) had possibly the worst disguise in the history of disguises. It had been a spectacular feat to even get him to let his skin be tinted. Giving him ears and a nose would not be heard of! The whole ride to the planet, he kept blathering about Tallest Mab—an Irken fairy tale told to smeets to explain anything and everything about Irk, from the purpose of paks to why the sun rises.

"Quiet, Zim. You speak of nothing.”

Skoodge was hardly better, though at least he was quiet, which was more than could be said for Zim. Skoodge was here as backup, not as a true Invader. He was, however, assigned to come.

She despised social gatherings, and it took her less than thirty seconds to remember why. She looked into the punchbowl, trying to decide if it would be safe to drink. She knew many things indigenous to the planet caused allergic reactions in many of the Irken population. Skoodge, for example, had a horrible allergy to balloons, while Zim was deathly allergic to certain types of plastic.

The human boy reached over her, plucking some sort of hors-d’oeuvre from a platter. (She assumed it to be some sort of Earth fruit.) “So…um…is this your first intergalactic dance?” he stammered, eyes darting around as he picked at the skin of the shiny red fruit. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

"I am human,” she snapped, perhaps a bit too soon and too defensively. He seemed to be taken aback.

The song changed—she recognized it well. It was an ancient Irken waltz, Carpe Diem, made at a time when Irk and Earth were allied. The music was fast, but once the steps had been repeated several times it became quite easy. To Irkens, it was a war song; to Vortians, a song of jubilation and festivity; but to Earthlings, the song was one of lust and desire.

“Do you dance?”

She looked around. Almost all of the humans—and most of the Vortians—were on the dance floor. She was undercover. For tonight, she was human, wholly and completely.

She hesitated, but took his hand.

-

A bit of role reversal, sort of. :) But it fits.

Fausse Amie is complete!

toaster_phantom — Thu, 02 Mar 2006 04:18:41 GMT

After about three weeks, the final chapter is finally here.

Chapitre Cinq: La Restauration

On a side note, I do NOT get British humor. It's stupid, nonsentical, random, obnoxious... And yet, it's so freaking hilareous! I don't think I'll EVER understand. The British are strange. Very strange indeed.

Also, from trying to roleplay the negotiation of a peace treaty in history today, I have learned that everyone hates France. It's even more hated than RUSSIA. (Nothing against Russia, as it rocks.) I mean, they got Napoleon out of power! What more do they want?! And Britain is supposed to "keep the balance of power" or whatever, but all they did was antagonize France! AND PRUSSIAN AND AUSTRIA AREN'T SUPPOSED TO GET ALONG! Don't they LISTEN when Mr. Gallo tells them the background of their country? They're not there to WIN, they're there to be realistic!