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So there I was, all pumped after Christmas...
No, actually, that's a lie. Christmas itself was awesome (at home the love and good cheer and awesome doujinshi abounded ^_^), but this holiday season was HORRIBLE. Retail sucks in general, and the holidays are especially torturous. 'Chestnuts' start 'roasting in an open fire' around October first, so by the time December actually rolls around, you want to bring Nat King Cole and Bing Crosby back from the dead just so you can kill them again. Customers are near-homicidal. Add to that the fact that the book store I work at was down 5 or so employees, and you get a very run-down GlitterGirl.
Funny thing was, come January, I was still run down. I missed a day of work for two weeks in a row because I couldn't get the energy to get out of bed. My boss thought I was slacking off. Turns out I had mono, so I spent the rest of the month in bed. (And before anyone asks, no, I didn't write anything. :( I could barely stay conscious.)
And now, just a few minutes ago, my sister (FlyGirl) got a call from the doctor about this little bug she has...
Turns out she has whooping cough.
Germs suck.
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| Nothing in particular... |
[26 Nov 2005|01:21pm] |
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I think I'm going crazy. I swear I checked this journal, and LJ said my account had lapsed, or some such nonsense. Am I hallucinating? Yaoi overdose, maybe? Dunno. Anywho, I am back from Y-Con with enough crap to bury a house. *hearts bubbles swirly stars around head* Big BIG thanks go out to Laughing Wolf and Seshat for MAKING MY CONVENTION!!! Really. I would've been all by my lonesome except these two lovely ladies found me and talked yaoi goodness with me long into the night.
Fly Girl is doing much better btw, actually walking. Without a cane. (For those not in the know, my sister, FG, was supposed to go with me to the big Y, only she threw out her back. The *day* before we flew out. It sucked to go alone, but it sucked much worse for her.)
I returned with lots of gorgeous Mika Sadahiro and Asami Tohjoh manga, and other fantastic artists whose names I can't remember. Cleaned out the Fullmetal Alchemist and Samurai Deeper Kyo doujinshi bins. Probably would've cleaned out the FF8 bins except I already had em all. *lol*
And I nearly killed myself lugging my suitcase back through Newark. It was 40 lbs going to California. It returned a whopping 76 lbs. 76LBS!!!! Holy shit! That's a small child! My back will never be the same.
But it was worth it.
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| FF8 'Coming Out Party' next chapter snippet |
[01 Mar 2005|12:18pm] |
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Ok, ya'll, don't die on me from the shock. *LOL*
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Coming Out Party snippet, ummmm, next chapter. Whatever it was.
blah blah, Laguna and Kiros are talking, some kind of intro goes here, Laguna's POV:
Then I bump into something that feels remarkably like a tree, but isn't...and I should know, I've bumped into my fair share of them. I mean, don't you just hate that? You're just walking along in a forest minding your own business when...BAMMO!! Tree. I should have the Estharian Ministry of Parks raze them all to the ground. The Chocobo forests would be a lot nicer without em, don't you think?
(Just kidding, all you nature lovers out there! Well, kidding about cutting the trees, not bumping into them, that is... And right about now you're thinking: 'Laguna, you clod!' or 'He's done it again!' Am I right? I'm right, aren't I? That's why I'm president. I have superior powers of perception. Anyway, this time, I have a perfectly reasonable explanation.
It was... (drumroll, please)...the hair.
No, really! Why do you think I wear the stuff in a pony tail nowadays? You know, that's the problem with hair. It gets long and then you think, 'well I'll cut it tomorrow or the day after', but then someone comes to you about a Grat in their attic, and then the next thing you know, you wake up three days later on a glacier somewhere in the Trabia ice fields and...er, well, you get the point. Anyways, you'd be surprised how a little hair cuts down on your peripheral vision.
And before I forget - the hair thing must be hereditary, cause Squall has some crazy hair of his own. Talk about a vision obstruction... With those bangs of his, it's a wonder he can see two feet in front of his face. No wonder he's so cranky all the time! Still, I've never seen him walk into so much as a potted plant. Maybe he has a Guardian Seeing Eye Dog? I dunno.)
Now then.
Umm.
Where was I? Oh yeah. As I was saying, there are an awful lot of trees around, and I've walked into almost all of them at one time or another... Makes me kind of an expert, huh? Let me tell you, there's a big difference between walking into a dogwood and...oh, say, a douglas fir. Walking into a spruce is kinda nice, actually. They sorta hug you. They're a lot nicer than oak trees. Hardwoods'll give you a bloody nose every time.
I draw back slightly so that I can confirm that what I've walked into is indeed not a tree, and I am correct in my assumption. At my line of vision is a chest, rock hard beneath the blue vest with white trim, with just the beginnings of grey striped lapels attached to a trench coat, and I realize that I have undoubtedly just walked into one of my son's friends, Seifer Almasy.
"Hello, Seifer Almasy." I blink just a little, shaking my head to clear the stars away. "My, you're a solid young man, aren't you?"
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blah blah, more text, then KIROS POV:
Which reminds me, as a little aside here (Hyne's toenails, I think Guna's rubbing off on me), though the kid would probably spit me on the end of that impressive sword of his for saying so, Squall Leonhart is a lot more like his father than he'd ever care to admit. For one, they could use each other as shaving mirrors... Squall's got his mother's eyes, I'll grant you that, but the rest of him is Loire through and through, right down to that stubborn chin. They got the same facial structure. Same build. Hell, same voice if the kid could ever be bothered to speak in anything other than monotone.
Which isn't to say that the kid doesn't talk. Which brings me to my point. (Hyne, he really *is* rubbing off on me. I wish I could say the opposite was true...although, then again, he just wouldn't be Guna if he weren't so...Gun-ish.) I've got a gut feeling that the commander of Balamb secretly never shuts up. I can't explain the feeling, really. It's just a certain something that I picked up in the army, and it's something I've come to trust.
Laguna gets this look in his eye when he goes off on one of his tangents. Kind of like he's watching his own brain work, you know? Damned if the kid doesn't get the same look in his eyes, especially when he's just standing around with his arms crossed. I might even go so far out on a limb as to say that half the time Squall Leonhart is glaring at something someone's said, it's not so much directed outward as inward.
It's just a guess, mind. But I'd bet gil it's a good one.
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End snippet.
Well, what do you think? That is, if anyone still cares. *LOL*
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| 'Soul Forge' snippet |
[11 Aug 2002|10:54pm] |
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Yes, I know, I know... You're asking me, "Why the hell are you working on this crap?! Where's COP?!" Well, folks, I gotta write what I feel like writing at the time. It just so happens I feel like writing "Soul Forge". Have no fear, I SHALL finish 'Coming Out Party' if it's the last thing I ever do! WAA-HAA-HAA!!!!!!
BLURP!!
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| My cat is insane. |
[30 Jun 2002|11:42pm] |
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Noser's real name is 'Cyrano', a preciously descriptive moniker for his huge schnozz that he has never heard in his entire cat life. Noser is simply, 'noser' or 'the nose' because he has the damndest habit of bonking you with his face when you least expect it. Nose is bobbing around the kitchen trying to catch a moth.
I hate moths. They lay eggs in my cereal.
Several months from now, I will grab a box of corn flakes, pour some into a bowl and find creepy crawlees floating in my milk.
I *heart* you, Nosey! Catch that moth!
^_^
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[21 May 2002|05:38pm] |
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Somewhere in the Manse:
Seifer Almasy (bodacious blond bombshell of FF8 infamy) slams open the door to the author's office. He covers the distance to the desk in three strides and pounds one leather-covered fist down onto the desk.
Seifer: AUTHOR!!!!
GlitterGirl: Seifer! How nice to see y-!
Seifer: Don't 'nice to see you' me! What the hell is this? (The blond points to his mouth)
GlitterGirl: (squints) Hmm. Fangs. Yes, (nods happily) I believe they are fangs.
Seifer: I know they're fangs. What the hell are they doing in my mouth?
GlitterGirl: Er... Nice weather this time of year?
Seifer: Cute. Try again.
GlitterGirl: Um, you're Zell's long-lost cousin?
Seifer: ...Don't even joke about shit like that.
GlitterGirl: But incest is so in-
Seifer: (turns green) Leonhart! Help!! She's tryin' to pervert me!!
GlitterGirl: Subvert.
Seifer: Same difference. EEE!
GlitterGirl: (sighs) Fine. Vampire fic. I wouldn't advise going out into the sunlight any time soon if I were you. How are you with a liquid diet?
Seifer: Gulp?
GlitterGirl: Glad to hear it. (The authoress waves a hand toward the door.) Nice to see you sweety, but I gotta get back to work. Shoo. Go...neck with Squall or somethin'. His fangs should be coming in any time now...
(Somewhere in the mansion, a "... ... ...!!!!" is heard.)
Seifer: (straightens up slowly, resigned to his fate) Well, shit. I guess that explains why I've been whistlin' "Strangers in the Night" lately.
MUAHA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!! ^_^
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| Web site woes... |
[09 May 2002|01:32am] |
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Can you say 'screwed'? I thought you could. >_<
Checked Glitterati the day of an UPDATE, mind you, only to find that my site is not there. NOT. THERE. Threw minor hysterics, then went to the hosting site formerly known as PCISD.
Not there.
WHAT THE *&(*&#^&%#?!?!?!?
All of this means, of course, that I'll have to go hunting for a new server/web hosting company and restart Glitterati elsewhere...because I'll be DAMNED if my site goes down like this! I have obligations to my readers, DAMMIT!
ARGH! ARGH!
(*sobs and then wanders off to work on a fluffy PWP Squall-Seifer short story*)
Seifer: Er, did she say...Squall/Seifer?
Squall: ... *smiles slowly*
Seifer: *gulps*
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[11 Apr 2002|06:38pm] |
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Description: Kiros-Squall smut snippet that I started some time ago but never finished, mainly because of major OOC-ness.
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| YAOI CON MADNESS!!!!! |
[30 Mar 2002|05:43pm] |
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Guess who's going to YAOICON this year? Go on, guess....
ME! MEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEME! BWAH-HAH HAH HAH!
*spins around in a circle until she gets dizzy and passes out on the rug*
Thank you, tax return! Now my only complaint is that it's a gazillion months away... How am I gonna survive until October?! >_< At least it'll give me a chance to save up lots of dough for yummy doujinshis.
GlitterGirl
(BTW, if anyone else is going, let me know! I'd love to meet some of my email/livejournal buddies!)
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| Who needs food when you can have doujinshi?! |
[21 Mar 2002|06:25pm] |
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I get home today, and what awaits me but a bright, blue and red shiny priority mail package from Aestheticism containing three lovely FF8 doujinshi, two of which are for me. *sighs happily* I can't help myself, dammit! I know I should spend my money on things like...oh, I dunno - food, maybe, but every time I surf the web and see one of these little books, it's like, "Ah, what the hell. I could stand to lose a few pounds anyway." *lol*
The new kids to be scanned:
-"Little Voice" doujinshi by Dark Horse, Seifer x Zell. Nice nice nice! I have one other by Dark Horse entitled Segue (which has to be the single most depressing doujinshi I own -- sweet, but still depressing).
-"Koitoiunanokyoukii" doujinshi by Katuyuki, OhNo!! To which I say, "OH, YES!!! YES!!! FINALLY!!!" I've been looking for this one for a while now... Not only is it a Seifer x Zell, but it's the closest I've seen to CRUSHERS quality for this pairing. The drawings aren't quite as refined -- they're a little harsher somehow -- but the quality is simply outstanding. Ah, those drawings!!! *drools* If anyone has ever seen that doujinshi pic of Zell lying on top of Seifer, with Seifer wearing extremely tight, lace-up pants, you'll know what I mean. Gorgeous...
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| Somebody loves me... ^_^ |
[21 Mar 2002|01:20am] |
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GlitterGirl's Official Birthday Booty
-3 shirts
-1 box Godiva, nut and caramel courtesy of Fly Girl (already eaten b/c I'm a pig and chocolate isn't a treat, it is a god-given right).
-1 gift certificate for Lerner's NY&Co. (already spent on several nice pairs of pants, a skirt, and a shirt for work).
-3 home-made mix CD's
-1 gift card for Starbucks Coffee (already half-spent on Chai tea...mmmm).
-1 Seifer Almasy choker necklace... Sweet.
-1 Kikiippathu Fuukiiinchou doujinshi, with Seifer wearing a chain collar and all manner of nifty Seifer pairings inside. Yummy.
-1 Happy Doujinshi, illus. by Reine Hibiki: Irvine & Squall, kissing, hugging, hand-holding, and gratuitous Squall embarassment. Yes!!!
-1 Lovers Noise 4 Doujinshi illus. by Reine Hibiki: Squall pines, Irvine yearns.
-1 Lovers Noise 5 Doujinshi, illus. by Reine Hibiki: Irvine snoozes, Squall kisses him. Awwwww....
-1 doujinshi, titled in Japanese so that I can't read it, with a picture of Squall with a butterfly on his mouth on the cover. Ooooooooooh... What's the plot? Who cares!? There's a hot, naked Irvine, a hot, naked Squall tied up in his own belts, and an adorable Seifer wearing a dress and pigtails!
-1 'something I can't read b/c it's in Japanese again' and 'Garden' gag doujinshi, starring Seifer, Zell and QUISTIS. Ohmygod! Why is Seifer tied to a chair?! Why is Quistis wearing a strap-on?!? Just what the hell is Zell doing to that poor, innocent hotdog!?!!!! 0_o;;
-1 Glorious doujinshi from Magnum 55. Cute kiddie Seif and Squall, with the added bonus of some minor Laguna/Squall goings-on.
AND FINALLY:
-1 Mind doujinshi with gorgeous drawings of a coy Squall being seduced by a sly Irvine, and Ultimecia playing tonsil hockey with Edea...
Life is good.
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| Seifer, do you have volume control? |
[14 Mar 2002|11:22pm] |
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*sigh* My head is a strange place to live sometimes.
Remind me to never play 50's music when Seifer is a.)deprived of Erasure or b.) conscious. I went off to Borders tonight on a R&B yen, and now Seifer thinks he's Frankie Lymon (AKA, Seifer Almasy has shrunk down to a chibi-kiddie of twelve with slicked-back hair, co-opted the Garden Festival stage and is belting his little heart out to "Goody Goody". Squall's eyes are bugging out of his head...
Chibi Seifer: (complete with hand motions and pointed gestures)
"Well, you met someone who set you back on your heels...
-GOODY GOODY!
Well, you met someone and now you know how it feels...
-GOODY GOODY!
So, you gave him your heart, tooooooooooooooooo-
Just like I gave mine to yooooooooooooou,
And you broke it in little pieces.
So now how do you do?
So you lie awake just singing the blues allllllll night?
So you think that love's a keg of dynami-i-ite....?
Hurray, and Hallelujah!
You had it comin' to ya!
Goody Goody for him...
(Hmm...dare I think he's looking Rinoa's way?)
Goody Goody for me...
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal, yo-oooooooou!"
...Oops. 0_o; Or at least, Squall's eyes were bugging until Seifer pulled him up on stage and started swing dancing. Now, the esteemed Commander is sending deer-in-headlights looks to Selphie and mouthing, "HELP ME!" to Zell. Neither seem to be in any hurry to lend a hand, though... *lol* Seifer's actually quite good. I think Selphie might be considering him for next year's entertainment!
(Still not quite sure whether he's singing to Rinoa or Squall, but Squall's certainly the one he's dancing with.)
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| Re: Queen of the Damned |
[10 Mar 2002|01:23am] |
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Well, having just returned from Queen of the Damned, and being a fan of Anne Rice since birth (okay, maybe a little exaggeration), I feel obligated to give my honest opinion.
As an adaptation of Anne Rice�s book, Queen of the Damned, on a scale from 1 to 5 stars:
-1.5
Based solely on plot coherency:
0
Based solely on entertainment value:
2
Based solely on Stuart Townsend�s nipples:
53
*drools*
[The lights go up in the theater where Queen of the Damned has just finished playing. Seifer, Squall, and GlitterGirl (co-primary muse, co-primary muse, and muse mistress, respectively) sit and stare thoughtfully at the screen]
Seifer: (smirks slowly)
Squall: �
Squall: �
(after a long moment, glances sidelong at Seifer)
Seifer: �I thought you�d never ask.
(tosses his bag of popcorn and leaps onto Squall. They fuck like rabid bunnies)
GlitterGirl: (shakes head) Guys, can you please try to keep it confined to two rows?
[They don�t. GlitterGirl is later forced to pay several thousand dollars out of her own pocket for dry-cleaning.]
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| Ah, youth... Random poetry from college days |
[06 Feb 2002|01:55pm] |
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I was going through some of my old computer documents from college when I came across this poem I wrote for Creative Writing class... The assignment was something like "Use TV/Radio, random thoughts, feelings, and influences from different things around you to make a poem." Needless to say, Steven Wright must have been on Comedy Central or somethin'. *lol* It ended up being one big hodge-podge, but reading it again after a few years made me laugh.
My brain is a strange place.
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| Coming Out Party, Chapter 6 - first part |
[11 Jan 2002|01:07am] |
Well, as promised (albeit a little late), here is part of the next long-awaited chapter of Coming Out Party. Don't hit me! I promise, I'm working as fast as I can...
(Tell me what you think! Please!? Cause I can't tell whether it's ok, or if I should just chuck it all and start again. 0_0;)
COP: Chapter 6 - in progress
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| Christmas with the Muses |
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The muses watched eagerly from the back of her brain as the author unwrapped her presents, crowing with unabashed greed as she systematically divested each brightly colored box of its bow, wrapping and maze of scotch tape.
�I loooooooove Christmas!� Selphie spun her chair. �Bras! Booya, baby!�
�Ooh! Ooh! �The Hobbit� on DVD! Ooh�!�
Zell wriggled in his place on the floor, craning his neck for a better view. �What�s the next one? I can�t see for shit�� He frowned. �Why do I get stuck in the back, anyway? I�m short!�
The tall blond seated in front of him snorted. �Short straw.�
�WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!�
�You drew the short straw, dipwad!� Seifer rolled his eyes, squinting at a red gift bag. �What the hell is that crap?�
�It�s lotion!�
Rinoa hugged Fujin tightly as an entire set of natural body products emerged. �And body wash! I adore scented body wash!�
Fujin sniffed over Rinoa�s shoulder. �KIWI.�
�So now Seifer can even smell like a fruit!� Zell whispered with an evil grin.
�You know, Chicken, since it�s Christmas and I�m such a nice guy and all, I�ll wait until tomorrow to smash you into tiny-� Seifer�s eyes suddenly went agoggle, �Holy shit! Is that the best of Duran Duran?!�
Squall and Irvine placed their arms firmly about the blond�s shoulders.
� �Rio� has to wait, darlin�,� Irvine murmured.
Seifer bit his lip. �Dammit.�
�And look, she just got �I Want My 80�s� and the soundtrack to �Backbeat�, too, ya know!� Raijin grinned, his smile widening as the lovely young woman on his lap kissed his cheek. �Aw, Quisty, ya know!�
�And our soundtrack,� Quistis added when GlitterGirl unwrapped the Final Fantasy 8 Original Soundtrack. She shuddered delicately. �If I have to hear that abominable �Eyes On Me� one more time��
�My mother wrote that!� Rinoa protested.
�I know,� Quistis replied. �But it doesn�t change the fact that it�s awful.�
A blue box emblazoned with �PS2� turned out to be next, and Balamb�s own Commander leaned forward, looking pleased. �Game console, controller, memory card,� Squall counted off, eyes narrowing as they scanned the contents. �All here.�
Letting out an excited �WHOOP,� Seifer also leaned forward. �Games?� the blond demanded.
Irvine watched the author tear open another package, his jaw dropping as he caught a line of text. �Well, let�s put it this way; it looks like we�re gonna have some company real soon.�
�Huh?�
�Oh!� Selphie gasped from her chair. �Who�s the hottie?�
Seifer frowned, blinking as he got his first good look at Final Fantasy X. �Whoa! Since when did Leonhart and the Chicken get together and have a love child?�
Squall�s eyes widened. ��Since now, apparently,� the SeeD said after a moment. �He�s got Zell�s taste in clothes.�
�But he�s got your hair!� Zell retorted.
�Thank Hyne for small favors,� Seifer muttered, staring at the rectangular game case. �Tidus, eh? Well, I guess it could�ve been worse � Storm or Skye, or somethin�.�
Laguna glanced up from between Ward and Kiros. �What�s wrong with Storm and Skye?�
Squall winced. �Can we just get to the next gift, please?�
FFX was quickly followed by the Barenaked Ladies� CD, �Rock Spectacle�, a box of socks, a Final Fantasy T-Shirt with Squall�s face plastered across the front (and duly �oohed� and �aahed� over despite the SeeD Commander�s command that they destroy it immediately), and a vial of honeysuckle perfume that sent Rinoa into paroxysms of joy.
�What�s the next one? Did she open it yet? Let me see!� Zell leaned over Seifer�s shoulder, only to be pushed quickly back down on his rump.
�She hasn�t even got the bow off yet, so sit down, will ya?� Seifer made a face. �Dammit, why did I get stuck in front of the hyper chicken?�
�Cause you drew the long straw, darlin�,� Irvine muttered, eyes intent on the rectangular box the author now held in her hands. �Is it�? Could it be�?�
The cowboy gave a sudden yodel and sprung to his seat.
�IT�S PORN!�
Two pairs of hands dragged him back to sitting position. �Irvine, they�re just doujinshi-� Squall began.
�Am I in it?!� Irvine interrupted, eyes wild. �Are we naked?!�
�Later, cowboy,� Seifer soothed, patting the lanky Galbadian on the head. �Later, I promise, we�ll get a nice dinner, listen to some nice music and��
He trailed off, flushing as he caught sight of himself on one of the covers.
�-Go somewhere where no one recognizes me,� he mumbled under his breath. � �Only buys them for the artwork�, my ass.�
�That�s probably the point,� Squall said absently. As wonderful a topic as Seifer�s bottom was, the newly unwrapped Zip Drive, zip disks, and computer drawing tablet had his complete attention.
�Pablo Internet Edition Drawing tablet for Windows and Macs,� Squall read, his eyes smiling even if his lips were not. �Pressure-sensitive pen included. I�ll go install it on the laptop right now-�
�Oh, no you don�t!�
Seifer grunted and shook his head, tugging Squall back down when the brunet made to rise. �If I don�t get to go listen to Duran Duran-�
�-And I don�t get to check if those doujinshi artists got my best side-� Irvine interjected.
�-You don�t get to play with the computer, Leon-tart.�
�But-!�
�Quiet, you guys!� Selphie shouted. �She�s opening the last one!�
The muses watched, breathless, as a large box was lifted from amongst the bows and trimmings of Christmas. GlitterGirl gave a high-pitched scream of delight, slowly� gently lifting something large and heavy and encased in Styrofoam onto the table next to the tree. The author worked carefully to assemble her present.
When the pieces within had finally been put together, they all let out a gasp of genuine amazement.
�It�s-!� Rinoa exclaimed.
�It�s so-!� Selphie gushed.
�I CAN�T BELIEVE IT!� Zell shouted. �IT�S-!�
There, on the table, was a masterpiece � a winding helmet of horn so real that it seemed to beg to be touched, and a single, solitary figure caught forever in motion, his gunblade scuffed and bloodied, making his last stand.
The Final Fantasy 8 Limited Edition Statue of Odin and Seifer Almasy.
�It�s beautiful,� Squall said quietly. His eyes followed the line of the figure�s billowing trench coat-
-And jumped up to trace the figure�s familiar face, worn with battle, but determined to the end. �Gorgeous,� Irvine agreed.
��It�s me,� Seifer whispered, blue-green eyes wide.
Squall�s lips twitched.
�Does this make up for having your butt plastered across the covers of the doujinshi?� the SeeD Commander asked dryly.
�Smart ass,� Seifer muttered, eyes fixed on the statue. �Yeah�it does.�
Someone carefully cleared their throat. �Hey, um, Seifer��
�Yeah?�
Zell squared his shoulders. �You�the statue you, I mean� I just wanted to say that it looks good. Really nice.�
Seifer turned around to stare at the tattooed martial artist. �You mean that?�
�Yeah.�
�Gee, thanks�� Seifer paused. �But I�m still gonna kick your ass tomorrow.�
Zell slumped. �Thought so,� he sighed. �Merry Christmas anyway, Seifer.�
�Merry Christmas, Chicken.�
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| ECSTASY!!! LOTR/SIMS blab |
[14 Dec 2001|10:12pm] |
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Well, having watched part of the making of, the soundtrack from, and previews for THE LORD OF THE RINGS, I am thrilled to the tip of my toes, hopping around like a bunny on speed. Guess who'll be there on Tuesday at midnight... Go on. Guess.
ME! ME! ME!
Ahem.
Don't mind me... I'm just a little excited. *grins* Not to mention, as those on the mailing list know, I've been torturing, er, playing with the boys via THE SIMS. Got fabulous skins for Zell, Seif, Squall and Irvine. Programmed them -- Squall is a serious neat freak, Seifer is, well, kinda grouchy, but playful (and a slob), Zell is a hyperactive freak, and Irvine is typical social butterfly. I'd call him a ladies' man, but that's not what I'm aiming for. Heh heh.
I admit it. My single goal is to get the boys smooching in the hot tub...in between peeing on the floor and setting the house on fire, of course. *grumble, grumble*
And I think the FF8 muses in my head are torn between laughing their heads off or crying with the humiliation. Ah, the humanity! *evil grin*
BACK AT THE FF8 SIMS MANSION:
Seifer: GODDAMMIT!
Irvine: (From his spot on the couch since I haven't bought him a bed yet) Set the house on fire again?
Seifer: (frantically blowing on the stove) Yup.
Squall: (coming in with the extinguisher) Seifer, I told you. Let me do the cooking!
Seifer: Well, crap, who knew how hard it'd be to boil water, for chrissakes! Where's the Chicken?
Zell: (from the bathroom) Aw man! She put the shower in backwards again! I hate that!
*evil laugh*
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