GlitterGirl

Sat, 18 Feb 2006 16:43:09 GMT

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.

Nothing in particular...

Sat, 26 Nov 2005 18:34:37 GMT

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.

FF8 'Coming Out Party' next chapter snippet

Tue, 01 Mar 2005 17:53:27 GMT

Ok, ya'll, don't die on me from the shock. *LOL*

---

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?"

****

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.

****

End snippet.

Well, what do you think? That is, if anyone still cares. *LOL*

'Soul Forge' snippet

Mon, 12 Aug 2002 03:06:50 GMT

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!!

Soul Forge, a snippet
Odine's POV minus annoying accent

Seifer moaned softly, his brow furrowed in sleep as he turned again in his chair, the blanket falling to a heap at his feet; blond hair ruffled against the upholstery. The Sorceress’ Knight was restless tonight. He tossed again, this time slouching forward over the arm.

Odine’s eyes flicked to the bed. It seemed the President’s son was also uneasy in his dreams. What did he see, this boy who had gone into Compressed Time to defeat a woman not yet born? The scientist pondered the question as Squall rolled under the blankets, a single hand sneaking its way out to hang off the side. Perhaps he dreamt of monsters, or of her face as he struck the deathblow.

**

(insert more tossing and turning here, and then things get interesting)

**

The lump under the covers writhed like a bed of snakes, hands outstretched, searching for something; a low guttural sound escaped into the air.

Odine’s eyes swung to Seifer, who had twitched at the sound. His hands too seemed to be seeking, muscles and tendons flexing while his fists clenched and unclenched.

Odine watched as they unconsciously twisted their bodies to face each other. Arms reached out, sinuous and swaying as they begged to be filled, imploring like a Siren’s song. Their movements intensified, and the doctor became aware of a nagging feeling in the back of his brain.

Suddenly Squall’s arms shot straight out, stiff and demanding into the black, brooking no countenance with Seifer perfectly in sight between them.

The blond jerked upright.

Hyne, Odine thought as Seifer stared with glazed eyes, Hyne on the Pyre. He’d never seen anything like it. The boy was not aware, that much was obvious as he rose and took staggering steps toward the bed. Could it have been some form of possession? If it was, then Laguna’s son was also in the throes of it, lifting himself, beckoning now as the blond approached, his own mad eyes open but not truly seeing.

Moans escaped them both upon touching, arms wrapping around each other so furiously that Odine could not distinguish where one began and one ended in the dark. They sank down tangled together in the sheets.

Completely still.

Then came the low whine of the heart monitor. The doctor glanced down in alarm as he checked his readings. No pulse. No heartbeat.

Nothing.

Silent in death.

Then, just as suddenly, a breath drawn in unison. Odine’s mouth fell open as their chests rose and fell, rose and fell again, one soft inhalation and exhalation. His machines confirmed it. Heartbeats in sync, but the brainwaves and biorhythms unquestionably abnormal, EEG completely off the scale as they entered the REM stage of sleep. The dials were going mad. Wherever Squall and Seifer were now, Odine thought uneasily, they were definitely not here.

**

(Cut to Laguna, Squall, Seif and Odine in the consulting room the day after observation)

**

“Mr. Almasy. Mr. Leonhart. Thank you for coming, President Loire, please have a seat.”

“Something very real is going on here,” the doctor began.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” Laguna replied sheepishly.

Seifer’s nostrils flared. “Just what are you implying?”

“Nothing,” Laguna turned to Seifer, smiling tentatively. “It’s just that I don’t understand why this merits a scientific inquiry.”

“Gentlemen-”

“I mean,” Laguna continued carefully, “far be it from me to tell you how to live your lives-” He glanced sidelong at Squall.

Squall shot backward in his chair, his jaw clenching as he looked at his father. “You think we’re doing this on purpose?” he demanded through gritted teeth.

“Of course he does,” Seifer said flatly. “I told you-”

Laguna winced. “Now Squall, I-”

“-they think we’re lovers,” Seifer laughed darkly. “Think about it Leonhart. Would you believe it? Some crazy story,” his voice grew louder, more unsteady, “ ‘Well, we were on this mission that some crazy President-”

“Hey!” cried Laguna. “I’m trying to be sympathetic here-”

“...Whatever,” Squall’s eyes glittered furiously, “just don’t-”

“-sent us on and we touched these pretty little crystals and now we can’t keep our hands off each other at night’?” Seifer gripped the seat handles as he raged.

“I believe it, Mr. Almasy, Mr. Leonhart,” murmured Doctor Odine. “If you’ll allow me to-”

Laguna broke in, pointing a finger at Seifer. “Now hold on one minute, I think you’re being rather ungrateful-”

“Ungrateful?” Seifer roared in disbelief. “You bet I’m ungrateful.”

“It’s not a lie,” Squall added coldly, swiping his bangs out of his eyes. “For the last time: we’re not doing this.”

“Please,” Odine tried again. “You have to understand this is not normal-”

“No shit!” Seifer yelled.

“Please!” Odine banged his hands down on his desk, bringing all eyes toward him. “I am a scientist. I am approaching this from purely a scientific standpoint. You asked me for my opinion, and I am giving it to you based on what I have observed with my own ears, eyes and instruments. I have evidence on paper to back it up. If you do not care to hear this, you may, of course, leave. I suggest, however, that you stay and remain silent, listen to what I have to say and take it seriously.”

The three men stared at him.

“Gee Doc,” Laguna blinked in shock, “you’re pretty worked up for a cuddle in the dark.”

Odine pursed his lips, shaking his head. “With all due respect, it is considerably more then a cuddle in the dark, Mr. President. Something is bringing these two men to do this, and I am now convinced it is not an act of free will.”

Seifer snorted and looked away, but remained silent.

“-Furthermore, if you had seen the readings I had seen, you would not be quick to joke about it. No pulse upon contact, sir. No pulse,” Seifer’s eyes found the doctor again and widened while Squall’s narrowed, “no vital signs. Nothing. For all intents and purposes, Mr. Almasy and Mr. Leonhart,” here he met their eyes, “the both of you were dead, if only for a moment.”

The President of Esthar went very still, his lips falling slack in shock “Hyne,” Laguna whispered, “dead? They touched each other and died?”

“Do you believe us now?” Seifer muttered faintly.

Laguna ignored him, aqua eyes seeking out Squall and traveling quickly over the lines of his face. “Something is trying to kill my son?” Laguna's eyes wandered frantically, hungrily, as if to keep him safe with a glance.

Doctor Odine held up a hand, “I don’t believe so, sir. My point was only to illustrate the seriousness of the situation.”

“The situation!?” Laguna swung toward the doctor, clenching his hands into fists. “My son was dead,” he growled, “and you’re calling it a ‘situation’? What kind of-”

“Laguna.” Squall brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You’re not helping.”

“But you were de-”

“I’m not dead now,” Squall replied tersely. “Shut up.”

My cat is insane.

Mon, 01 Jul 2002 03:51:31 GMT

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!
^_^

Blurp!

Tue, 21 May 2002 22:16:08 GMT

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!!!!!! ^_^

Web site woes...

Thu, 09 May 2002 05:40:19 GMT

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*

Kiros-Squall snippet

Thu, 11 Apr 2002 22:41:05 GMT

Description: Kiros-Squall smut snippet that I started some time ago but never finished, mainly because of major OOC-ness.

[THE SET-UP: Kiros Seagill has carried the torch for his best friend from the very beginning, although Laguna (sweet, straight, cute, and clueless) can?t reciprocate. One night during Commander Squall Leonhart?s official trip to Esthar, Kiros receives Squall in his quarters prepared for a friendly chat and gets quite the shock when Squall reveals that he not only knows about Kiros? feelings, but threatens to tell Laguna if Kiros does not cede to the young Commander?s price. What does Squall desire? Before the big wedding to Rinoa Heartilly, the virginal Commander wants one night with Kiros.]

[THE SCENE: The angry, seething Kiros is taking Squall from behind, despite the fact that Squall, startled by the pain, has begun to fight him. Kiros is stronger, and Squall ends up with his ass in the air, chest and face pancaked against the mattress.]

?Stay still,? he commanded.

The black man eased forward another inch, his breath catching at the feel of Squall tightening all around him like a thousand hot squeezing fingers? The kid was a hellcat, but damn, he felt absolutely incredible! On the outside, Squall?s skin was creamy cool against his, buttocks supple and hips smooth between his thighs, and within, all sweet and silken....

Kinda like a glass of buttermilk if I were a hot chocolate, Kiros thought dazedly, and caught Squall?s fists as they flew toward his chin. Cursing, he pinned them to the sheets above Squall?s head.

?I?m not gonna tell you again not to squirm like that-? he began.

?And I don?t care what you have to tell me!? Squall yelled, twisting like an eel. ?Get off of me!? All pretense of a SeeD Commander?s cool efficiency was gone; it was instead a very red-faced and fiery-tempered slip of a brunet that thrashed beneath him, trying to whip a curtain of chocolate-colored hair into Kiros? face. ?I don?t want this anymore!?

?Well, that?s just too fucking bad cause I do!? And just why the hell did it have to feel so damned good when the brat twisted, Kiros wondered with a grimace? Actually, it felt much better than good. He blew several strands of Squall?s hair out of his mouth, exhaling sharply. Much, much better...and it was best to get off this train of thought as soon as possible before he managed to think himself straight into an orgasm.

?Listen, dammit! Do you want me to hurt you? Because if you don?t stop doing that, I?m not going to be able to hold on!?

??? Squall muttered something pointedly into his pillow.

?What was that??

?I said,? Squall spat, deigning to lift his head up, ??you?re already hurting me so leave me the fuck alone?. Now leave me the fuck alone!?

?And I?m telling you that?s not going to happen, so you might as well relax already!? Kiros growled against the pale column of Squall?s neck, breaking into a fine sheen of sweat. Coiled muscles squeezed him so tightly that bright lights flashed before his eyes every time the brat so much as shifted an inch.

Damn kid had no right feeling so fantastic. He gritted his teeth. ?Look, I don?t want to hurt you, so just?just don?t move your hips, ok??

?Fuck you!? Squall shouted, and promptly swiveled his hips.

Kiros saw stars in every color and every shade undulate in front of him. ?Too late,? he muttered dazedly. ?I?m already fucking you.?

?Bastard!? Squall wiggled yet again. ?Let me go!?

?Gods dammit! I? I can hold out, no problem, I can hold out, I?m like an Iron Giant, I can do anything, long as I think positive, I?oooh, fuck Laguna?s positive thinking crap, I give up,? Kiros mumbled under his breath. With supernovas exploding in his brain, Kiros felt the last of his patience snap like a dry twig underfoot. Fine. So be it. He was through being nice. Let the kid learn the hard way, at least he?d try to make it good as he could. Moaning through clenched teeth, Kiros began to pump in and out.

Stars. Billions and billions of stars...

?You?re one to talk about bastards, brat!? he said breathlessly for Squall?s benefit, almost grinning despite himself when the kid broke into a fluent string of curses and flailed a leg, trying to kick him. Guna?s kid was an audacious little twit -- he?d give him that? Kiros circled his hips against Squall?s, angling for Squall?s prostate. ?For? Hyne,? another circle, met by Squall?s protesting wriggle, ?for fuck?s sake, just wait, all right??

?Wait for what?!? Squall?s hands scrabbled against the sheets. ?It bloody hurts-?

?It?ll get better if you?d hold on for two seconds-? The slender brunet tried to buck him off again, and Kiros instinctively pistoned to meet him.

?Let me go! I command you to let me go!? Squall cried out, desperately throwing himself from side to side, ?Did you hear me? I said let me go! This is over! I-I?m leaving, get off of me, just get off, I command you to-Oh!?

The struggling boy beneath him suddenly froze still as Shiva.

?Oh,? Squall said again softly, only this time, Kiros could hear a world of surprise in the word.

When the brunet turned his head sideways against the pillow, Kiros lowered his face to nuzzle Squall?s flushed pink cheek, watching with supreme satisfaction as the young SeeD Commander?s gray eyes went wide and unfocused.

Stars, Kiros thought smugly.

?Oh??

?Better now?? Kiros panted, shifting his body weight to his knees. He?d released Squall?s wrists and now reached down to guide the movement of Squall?s hips, settling them into a steady rhythm once Squall had begun to clumsily mimic his thrusts.

The brunet pushed himself up onto his arms. ?Gods?? Squall?s back arched as Kiros moved in and out. ?What? what are you doing??

?You. And I?m making sure you enjoy it.? Kiros? palm found Squall?s sex and began to stroke, feeling hardening silk and dew with callused fingers. ??Hyne knows why I want to, but I do. Does it feel good??

Squall hissed and impaled himself on Kiros? cock in one hard, swift movement.

Oooooooooohhhhhhhh, good thing, good, thing, definitely a good thing! ?Holy Hyne on a stick! I take it that?s a yes?? Kiros gasped when he was able to speak. Squall?s perfect ass slapped against his hips, and he closed his eyes, pumping his hips a little faster. ?Answer me, brat.?

??? Squall gave a series of choked little sighs. ??Yes.?

?Good,? Kiros replied shortly, and fucked with quick figure eight movements, drawing hoarse, full-throated moans from the boy beneath him. Before long, Squall began to push frantically into his hand. He could see his own precipice ahead, could feel every pleasure center in his body focused on the impending drop into orgasm, and finally after several more moments of exquisite torture, Kiros buried his face briefly into Squall?s hair, smelling cinnamon and wildflowers. ?All right, brat, you?re gonna do just one more thing for me before this ends,? Kiros whispered in one perfect ear, his tongue darting out to touch the lobe. ?Come. Now.?

?Kiros!? Squall cried out, shuddering.

And when he felt the liquid heat flow onto his fingers, Kiros was gone.

YAOI CON MADNESS!!!!!

Sat, 30 Mar 2002 22:49:42 GMT

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!)

Who needs food when you can have doujinshi?!

Thu, 21 Mar 2002 23:47:56 GMT

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...

Somebody loves me... ^_^

Thu, 21 Mar 2002 07:02:46 GMT

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.

Seifer, do you have volume control?

Fri, 15 Mar 2002 04:45:05 GMT

*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.)

Re: Queen of the Damned

Sun, 10 Mar 2002 06:24:26 GMT

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.]

A little more "Coming Out Party"!

Wed, 06 Mar 2002 23:40:09 GMT

Well, here's a little more COP starting from where I left off in the last entry... Poor Seifer... ^_^ Enjoy.

Coming Out Party
chapter, cont.

?I told you to take a flying leap, Leonhart??

Muttering under his breath, Seifer wrenched open the glass door at the end of the hall with a vicious twist of the wrist ? the crunch as it slammed into the wall wasn?t nearly satisfying enough. Hyne, Leonhart actually had the nerve to call him thoughtless?

Thoughtless! Seifer let out a snort.

?Moronic? he could have taken ? he?d certainly done more than his share of stupid shit. But then again, so what? Maybe he wasn?t the brightest light of the bunch, but stupidity was relative anyway ? he was smarter then the Chickenwuss, Chickenwuss was smarter then a geranium, circle of life, yadda, yadda?

And ?Off kilter? he could understand?hell, he was practically the poster child! All he needed was to have a T-shirt made up. ?I tried to take over the world and all I got was this lousy piece of clothing?. Not a big thing. He could deal. As far as he was concerned, insanity wasn?t a detriment so much as a survival trait.

But ?thoughtless?? Seifer paused, looking down at his clenched fists. ?Thoughtless? had been the time he put paste in the soap dispenser and glued a boy?s hands together so that Kadowaki had been forced to cut them apart. ?Thoughtless? had been when he?d dared a young sylph of a girl to touch the tail of a sleeping T-Rexaur, only to find out that it hadn?t been sleeping after all.

He loved Squall Leonhart. Hell, he?d loved him his whole life.

And he loved his friends.

His recklessness had taken Raijin years training with a staff to rebuild his grip, and had cost Fujin an eye, so he could recognize ?thoughtless? when he saw it?and this thing with Leonhart wasn?t it. Not on his part, anyway.

Not this time. Not about this.

Fate - a little Irvine ficlet

Mon, 18 Feb 2002 03:57:20 GMT

Well, hell. Irvine speaks. *grins*

Fate

Seifer, simply put, is fucking incredible.

Picture this, if you will: blond hair, blue-green eyes the color of sea foam. Aquiline features. Proud, damn near haughty little mouth that the smirk was made for? Really, it?s all well and good to say ?he smirked? or ?she smirked?, but he really does, and pulls it off with aplomb. It?s absolutely devastating. Eyebrows quirk into a devilish ?v?, the eyes themselves narrow slightly like you don?t need to bother, he already knows, doesn?t care, or both, and then the lopsided lips come up.

Go on, lift up my hat. You?ll see a quivering blob a? jelly every time.

The infamous scar streaks from over his left eye down across the bridge of his nose, and a sweeter line of red you will never see. Complexion like cream. Long legs that go on for miles. Make you wonder they?d look like naked, wrapped around you.

All of this is packed into a tightly-muscled frame of six foot two, and it makes for quite an impression? I know it impressed me.

I?m Irvine, by the by. You may a? heard of me? But then again, maybe not. My name isn?t thrown around these parts like, say, the name of the esteemed Commander of Balamb Garden himself, Squall Leonhart. And let me tell you, just hearin? the name gives me palpitations. The lion they call him, and he looks it. Shaggy brown hair that frames his face like a mane. Lean and light, good with a gunblade, and far beyond gorgeous -- I?m talkin? passed about a mile ago and kept goin? divine. I can?t think of a single other person with gray eyes that exact color of the ice floes in the Trabian Sea.

Squall?s got his own scar, courtesy a? Seifer, and although he?s not quite six feet, he?s got enough presence to make you feel every inch. He?s a leader, a good one ? Squall?s not one to let power go to his head, and considering what he has to deal with from Seifer on a regular basis, that?s not a bad trait to have.

I should probably mention here that Squall and Seifer have a very special kind of friendship ? a ?constantly at each other?s throats cause they?re as different as night and day from each other? kind. They?re both stubborn as hell, both got enough pride to make your head spin, but Squall is cool under pressure. They call him the Ice Cube for a reason. Seifer, on the other hand, is so hot that if you poured water on him, you?d have to stand back for the steam.

Hmm, lost my train of thought. Can you blame me?

Anyway, you may have heard of Squall. Or Zell, another blond, although this one is small, feisty, and packs a punch like you wouldn?t believe. Or the lovely Quistis Trepe, a lady always, elegant and extremely intelligent. Carries a whip, and you gotta love that.

Very few people haven?t heard of Rinoa Heartilly. Sweet, petite, long black hair, and a sorceress to boot. Overall, a nice little package. I?m sure she keeps Squall on his toes, and if anyone needs a little somethin? to shake em up, it?s him.

And then, of course, there?s Selphie. She?s my girl, my best friend in the world. She?s got guts?saw Trabia Garden destroyed and a lot of friends hurt, but she still manages to keep her gumption. A more pleasant, perkier person you will never meet. She?s like my sister?

(And you don?t date your sister. Just in case you were wondering.)

I?m an outsider ?round these parts. Lived at Galbadia Garden before the whole Ultimecia business, and I must say to the credit of Balamb that it is nothing like my old Garden. They didn?t fool around with the niceties. If you did anything wrong?well, you did push-ups. Lots of em. Needless to say, I may not be a muscle machine, but for a cowboy, I?ve got a pretty strong pair of arms. I did not get along with my instructors at Galbadia. Didn?t appreciate the fact that I?m a laid back kind of guy.

Here at Balamb Garden, people are a hell of a lot friendlier. It?s nice -- they actually answer you when you ask em how their day is doin?, or how they?re feelin? (with the exception of Squall, a? course, but Rinoa is working on that slow and steady. He?ll be speaking in full sentences soon, I?ll bet.) And all this, aside from who I like to think of as the blond god of walking sex, is the reason I?ve decided to stay on here for a while. There?s a lot of rebuilding to do. Things need to be reorganized and rearranged all over the place, and the more hands there are to help, the better. So, my hands have been helping.

It?s about this time I wish my hands were doin? something else.

A man?s gotta eat, too, so here I am in the cafeteria, on lunch break, sitting in a plastic chair staring at the object of my affections. He?s always here the same time a? day, and you can be sure it?s no coincidence that so am I. He always sits alone. Whether that?s because people don?t want to sit with him or he doesn?t want to sit with them is anybody?s guess, but I?d opt for the latter? What?s not to want?

(Before you start looking at me like my chaps are on backwards, let me say that I ain?t pretending that nothing happened. Far from it?like I said, I?m here to help. But no one ever got anywhere by holding a grudge for being a dupe. And I?ll say this: it took sorcery to make Seifer Almasy obey. It takes some people a lot less than magic to make them act like somethin? they ain?t.)

Yep, if starin? could bore a hole in a person, Seifer?d look a lot like Swiss cheese. That?s all I ever do is look at him. Feel like a damn fool. I?m a flirt alright, as easy as you please with the ladies, but get me in front of a man and I go tongue-tied. And Seifer is no ordinary man.

Every day I say I?m gonna go do somethin?, talk to him. But every day, I just sit there gaping like a fish outta water until he gets up, swings his trench coat over his arm and leaves. Ridiculous, ain?t it? That I can travel into compressed time with my friends, battle hideous monsters and an evil sorceress, but I can?t work up the courage to catch his eye.

I wonder what he?s thinkin? about. Maybe nothing, right now he looks awful intent on mixing up some strange concoction in a paper cup. Shake of salt, squirt of mustard. Three packets of sugar. Two squirts of ketchup. His brow furrows briefly as he decides, too much red, he adds some more mustard. Stirs. Reaches for the pepper again to add some more texture. Takes a swig of soda from a can before liberally splashing some of that into the mixture.

Bestill my heart, he?s almost out.

I look down at the place setting in front of me. Got almost a full can, and I?ve had all I can drink.

Is it fate? Well, hell, one can hope, can?t he?

I put on my best smile, stand, and push in my chair.

Here?s hoping.

Ah, youth... Random poetry from college days

Wed, 06 Feb 2002 19:11:55 GMT

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.

Steven Wright, my ass

I replaced the headlights on my car with strobe lights.
Now it looks like I?m the only one moving.
Can?t live without a piece of ass, sex and sandwiches,
and my ferret Pogo, who is sleeping in an old sweatshirt.
Ben Vereen in a wheelchair, singing ?Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles
Dance? poor choice of tune don?t you think

If God dropped acid, would he see people?
If God emerged from a burning bush, was the bush Mary?s?
And God did appear unto Moses in the form of a burning bush. And Moses did roast marshmallows in him, and it was good.

It?s all dick anyway.
Ask Mike, he?s slept with half of Washington.
He says they?re all conservative there.
I guess they fuck with ties on.

If you ate pasta and antipasta, would you still be hungry?
If something is just bullshit, does it antimatter?
Fuck my psychotic pets! I have scratches all over my arms and legs and neck.
I?m not the victim of an abusive relationship.
I just have psychotic pets.
I was listening to the radio and this guy called in.
He said that if you?re gonna? light your farts,
do it in the bathtub so you don?t burn your ass.
How sick is that?

?Gee doc, I was standing a little too close to the stove when??

?At last! The triangles of Zinthar?
Mega Streisand she?s suing you know
it could be 30 degrees in my room and still room temperature.
I hate cheesecake.
If you could taste blue, I hope it wouldn?t taste like blueberries ?cause I don?t like them.
Blue was a dog. He wouldn?t taste good either.

How much deeper would the ocean be if sponges didn?t live there?
Whenever I walk by a pond, and I see all the Canadian geese,
I want to catch one, cook and eat it.
They look so aesthetically edible.
My family thinks I?m mentally unstable.

Whatever happened to the beefalo?

Neanderthal man died out. Homo sapiens didn?t. I think that the male Homo sapiens
got together and killed all the male Neanderthals who were
proportionately larger, if you know what I mean.
I think they were tired of not getting any.
Mike once knew a gay guy with an 11 inch dick.
What a waste.
(pause)
I hope he?s a bottom.
Is a castrated pig disgruntled?
Why isn?t a hemorrhoid an asteroid?

Alicia?s husband?s ex is dead.
Her body was found in Tampa Bay.
Her dealer shot her.
She owed him money.
He?s never gonna? get it now.
I played poker with tarot cards last night. I got a full house and 4 people died.
I planted some moss in a flower pot and put it in my room.
To make it feel at home, I call it Kate
and don?t feed it.
Marilyn was a size 16.
I was watching her in ?The River of No Return? and kept thinking how chunky
she looked in jeans. Then, I realized I was retarded.

Long legged candy.

I bought some powdered water but I didn?t know what to add.
If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest have to drown too?
I wouldn?t. I?m a Pisces myself.
My tree is the pussywillow. Go figure
Capital N, lowercase y, BIG FUCKIN? Q
I can?t even make it to the UIL before I pass out
What is in that shit? And why can?t they make it taste any better?
I once knew a guy who used cherry Nyquil on his vanilla ice cream.
I once read that hatters used to go nuts.
I though it was some deep symbolic thing,
like Bartleby the Scrivener, but
then I found out it was mercury poisoning.
What a let down.

If you ever meet a girl, and her name is Charity,
ask her what she does with all that money.
Never trust a guy named Chucky.
I need to get my tattoo repaired. Don?t worry, the artist?s name is Joe.

100 thread count.
Lead glazed sherd- It?s a good thing they died early,
because they all woulda? died of lead poisoning anyway.

My father has 8 wives and I?m one of them.
Trent Reznor is ok.
He studied music for years
before he decided to fuck it up.
I can respect someone who learns how something is done and then
chooses to do it how it?s not done.
People who buy the artwork of 2 year olds are pathetic.

Objectivity, my ass.

COP: Review, review, for the love of god, review!

Sat, 02 Feb 2002 03:07:32 GMT

Tell me, people, am I on the right track here? This little bit takes place right after Laguna + Kiros.

COP, Chapter 6, further continued.

Swear to Hyne, next time I see Quistis comin?, I?m gonna run the other way, Zell decided, putting his jaw back on its hinges as Squall hurtled past him in a flurry of white cotton and black leather. Could his life get any weirder? He?d found out that Squall Leonhart was gay (practically firsthand, no less?ACK!) and sided with Seifer in an argument on the same day. It had to be somethin? in the water. Or the air. Or maybe-

Or maybe, nothing! Zell shook his head once, slapping himself on the forehead for good measure -- why was he just standing around?! Focus, Dincht.

The question was what to do, exactly? He could (and, upon some thought, probably should) slip out and hole up somewhere until the whole mess blew over -- hey, maybe he could even finish Quistis?s report? He glanced over his shoulder at his pile of papers, pencils and diagrams spilling onto the floor from the supply closet. From the doorway, the sound of booted feet thudded with increasing velocity down the hallway.

?Seifer!? Squall pleaded. ?Seifer, wait!?

?Go talk to a wall, Leonhart!?

Eh, screw the report. This wouldn?t wait. ?Squall! Yo, man, wait up!? Zell jogged after them.

**

?Seifer, wait! Dammit!?

The SeeD Commander cursed at himself with a fluency of language that he rarely chose to employ, picking up speed. Why the hell was the hallway so long? Why the hell were Seifer?s legs so long? He was supposed to be the goddamned Commander of Balamb goddamned Garden -- why was he so goddamned short?

Why couldn?t he be as tall as the breathtakingly livid Seifer Almasy stomping around his brain, blond hair ruffled by a furious wind, blue-green eyes afire and gray trench coat swirling angrily to a dramatic musical score, railing at him from behind his eyelids?

?Thoughtless, Leonhart? Have you taken a look around your own head lately? Cause it?s lookin? pretty empty to me!?

Proud, exasperating, but always faithful, always loving, Seifer had lived a lie for the better part of a year without explanation because Squall had asked him to. And Seifer, Squall recalled with a lump in his throat, had been the only one to ever knock him flat on his ass when Squall had told him to go talk to a wall. Seifer had been the only one to stay.

But now, after this, what if he?d finally done it? What if he?d finally managed to drive Seifer away for good?

Squall groaned miserably. It wasn?t of any consolation whatsoever that aside from calling Seifer thoughtless, he?d been so deep in himself that he couldn?t quite remember what else he should apologize for.

?This is why people shouldn?t speak. There should be no speaking, ever!? he muttered, dashing past a bulletin board so fast that the breeze left several flyers trailing in his wake.

Coming Out Party, Chapter 6 - first part

Fri, 11 Jan 2002 06:10:15 GMT

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

?But it?s supposed to be a surprise-!?

?Oh, it?ll still be a surprise, alright, don?t you worry about that,? Kiros snorted as they stepped out of the central elevator into the atrium, greeted by the scent of flowering plants and the earthy tang of loam. To the left and right, students were sitting on benches set up amongst the ring of flora ? directly in front of them was the staircase leading down to the main circular hall. He grasped Laguna by the arm, steering him forward before he smacked into a fern frond. ?Look where you?re going, ?Guna.?

Laguna danced out of Kiros? hands with predictable ease.

?Oh, but what if I don?t want to?? the slender President laughed, stopping to admire a particularly spectacular flower. ?What if I just wanna stand here all day??

?Then you?re never gonna get where you?re going to,? Kiros retorted. On a whim, he reached out to snag a large orange blossom from a nearby tree. He presented this to a delighted Laguna with a flourish, replacing his arm smoothly around Laguna?s shoulder.

Muuuuuuch better, he thought as Laguna nestled against him ? Laguna Loire happened to be, among other things, a natural snuggler.

?Nonsense!? Laguna?s eyes twinkled. ?Getting where you?re going is overrated anyway. I?ve ended up in a lot of interesting places by not paying attention. Do you know where the palace laundry chute ends up??

Kiros raised an eyebrow. ?Is this a trick question??

?Oh, come on!? Laguna grinned, twirling his flower. ?Give me some credit.?

?The laundry room, then??

?Ah-ha!? Laguna waved the flower in the air. ?But did you know that the laundry room has a fully stocked bar, and that the staff meets there to play gin on alternate Tuesdays??

Kiros paused. ?You fell down the chute, didn?t you??

?You bet.? The President of Esthar grinned and smacked his Vice President on the back. ?Best ride I ever had.?

?Best ride you ever?? Kiros stared a moment, finally shaking his head. ?You?re lucky you didn?t break your neck!?

?It would have been worth it. It?s not every day you land on your cabinet?s underwear.? Laguna?s smile turned thoughtful. ?You know, I never would have taken the Secretary of Defense for a thong kind of guy, but then again he?s so damned anal that it kinda makes sense-What??

Kiros? shoulders shook with laughter. ?Only you would associate a person?s character with their preference of underwear.?

?But there might be something to it!? Laguna insisted. ?Colonel Atticus walks around like there?s something stuck up his ass, and now I know there is!?

Suddenly, Laguna?s aqua eyes widened.

?I wonder if I could get a peek at Squall?s dresser drawer while I?m here!?

Kiros fought to retain a straight face. Gods knew what the kid would say to that. ??Guna, with those tight pants he wears, I doubt the kid wears underwear at all.?

?Really?? Laguna?s brow furrowed. ?What do you think that means??

?That he?s got a button fly, or he?s really damned careful when he?s zipping up,? Kiros deadpanned.

Laguna rolled his eyes. ?Be serious!?

?I?m always serious!?

?Except when you?re not,? Laguna scoffed. ?Which is most of the time.?

Kiros ran his fingers through his own braided hair, silken ropes slipping through his grasp to thrum lightly against his back and shoulders. ?Laguna, we?re talking about underwear.?

?So?? Laguna shook his head, eyes sparking with determination. ?I still think I?m onto something here. Let?s see? Squall?s lack thereof would mean that he?s an open-minded, free-spirited individual? hmm? a little on the wild side and pretty comfortable living in his own skin. However, the unusual? uh? tightness? of Squall?s leather jeans further indicates that?um? he feels bound by the conventions of society and? well? constricted by societal norms, forcing him into a role that he is uncomfortable with, but believes that he is locked into -- hence all of those belts.?

Laguna grinned in triumph, turning to Kiros. ?What do ya think??

Kiros? lips twitched. ?So, basically, what you?re saying is that the kid is held captive by his pants.?

?Kiros!? Laguna whacked him on the head with his flower. ?I swear ta? Hyne, I don?t know why I even bother-?

?Ow, ok! Ok!? Kiros held up both hands, dodging another blow. ?I give! You?re brilliant, ?Guna! You know everything there is to know about Squall, hell, you got the kid down pat??

Laguna stilled.

?No, I don?t.?

Aw shit? Kiros? heart rolled painfully in his chest as his friend gently pushed him away and slumped, shoulders sagging as if drawn downward by leaden weights.

?You?re right. I don?t know the first thing about my own son,? the Estharian President sighed. ?I?m a failure at being a father.?

?No, you?re not.?

?Yes, I am.?

?No, you?re not!? Kiros crossed his arms, scowling fiercely. ?Laguna, you?re not a bad father.?

?Oh, yes I am,? Laguna insisted, gesturing half-heartedly at the SeeDs assigned to trail them from a respectable distance. ?What kind of father lets someone else raise his kid in an orphanage for 5 years, and in a military academy for the other 12? And,? he continued, raising a finger when Kiros opened his mouth, ?What kind of father leaves his wife pregnant and alone in the first place??

...To Be Continued.

Christmas with the Muses

Thu, 27 Dec 2001 18:53:56 GMT

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.?

ECSTASY!!! LOTR/SIMS blab

Sat, 15 Dec 2001 03:28:59 GMT

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*

So, Squall and Seifer, what are you up to today?

Sat, 08 Dec 2001 22:24:07 GMT

Random flash.

Seifer and Squall are making love under a blanket. Squall?s head is on a pillow ? his eyes are closed, his face is twisted in a grimace of pleasure. Seifer has his head thrown back. He is moving slowly, slowly, the blanket is slipping, revealing the line of his throat, his chest, his belly, his sex hard in his own hands and his legs straddling Squall?s hips as he rides, the blanket falling off completely.

End Flash.

Idea Flash

Sat, 08 Dec 2001 22:11:26 GMT

Anyone ever read Neverending Story?

Sometimes I feel exactly like Bastian did when they told him he had to finish all the stories he?d started before he got out of Fantastica. There are simply too many ideas floating around my head. I?d ask for another lifetime to finish ?em, ?cept I know that I?d only come up with another?s lifetime?s worth.

Seifer and Squall, drunk, in a ritzy apartment trashing the place. Shards of glass, shattered stuff - anything breakable already broken and trampled upon for good measure. Squall stands in the center of a room. Breathing hard, he hurls a vase against a wall, watching as it smashes into a million pieces. Seifer staggers in from another room clutching a table leg, grinning impishly. Squall reels around and sees him?and slowly grins back.

The apartment is Rinoa?s.

And (same story):

Pandemonium ? police everywhere, General Caraway, a woman (Rinoa) is sobbing. A cop grabs Squall, spinning him around, shoving him against a wall to handcuff him. Seifer lunges forward, ?DON?T TOUCH HIM, ASSHOLE!? Slam of fist into bone. The cop goes sprawling. Screams.

And (same story):

Squall and Seifer, bloodied and bruised, sitting in a jail cell on the floor. Squall is asleep. His head rests on Seifer?s shoulder. Seifer is awake with his head against Squall?s. Seifer?s arm is wrapped around Squall, his hand stroking Squall?s hair.

Listening to: Bare Naked Ladies, The Old Apartment

Why did you paint the walls?
Why did you clean the floors?
Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door?

Future Fantasyland Blurp

Fri, 07 Dec 2001 22:31:48 GMT

GlitterGirl was sitting around, minding her own business when Squall and Seifer -- being both in a Fantasyland frame of mind and kinda horny --hit her with a BLURP!

So.

Set-up: Their first time... Awwww.....

??!? Squall gasped.

Seifer buried his head against Squall?s shoulder as the brunet moved in him. It hurt like a son of a bitch even with the ?lube?, no doubt about that, but there was also the oddest sensation of his body stretching to accommodate Squall and the friction of movement, his walls contracting so tightly as to feel every vein on the surface of the sex inside of him. Seifer shifted, moaning softly. ?Do you like this, Leonhart??

Squall kissed Seifer?s hair. ?Yes,? Squall confessed breathlessly. ?Do you??

?I? I honestly don?t know,? Seifer lifted his head to look into Squall?s eyes. ?It?s kinda weird. I?ve never felt anything like it.?

Squall paused, searching Seifer?s expression. ?We can stop if you want to.?

?Nah. It?s all right?? Because if you want this, then so do I, Seifer thought tenderly, smiling for Squall?s benefit. Anything for you, babe.

But Seifer squirmed with Squall?s next penetration, and noting the movement, Squall frowned into the face of the blond beneath him. ?Seifer, I mean it, if I?m hurting you-?

?I?m ok,? Seifer insisted. He squirmed again uneasily. ?I told you, it?s just strange. Keep going. If it gets to be too much, I?ll let you know.?

?Seifer,? Squall half-chided, half-panted, scowling.

The brunet?s thrusts slowed, and Seifer gave a disgruntled snort. ?What? Leonhart, will you just keep going already??

Squall shook his head, ?No, I don?t want to unless you?re enjoying this too-?

?Who said I?m not enjoying myself?? Seifer countered. He wriggled his hips. ?Leonhart, I?m having a blast! Come on, fuck me some more.?

?But-?

Frustrated, the blond thrust upward to meet Squall?s tentative down stroke. ?Ifrit?s Sake, Leonhart, for the last time, I told you I?m - Holy Hyne on a goddamn pogo stick!?

And upon the utterance of this exclamation, two very interesting things occurred.

The first was that with the added force of Seifer?s counter-thrust, Squall had gone very deep and very hard, hitting something that sent shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through every bone in the tall blond?s body. Seifer?s legs tightened around Squall?s shoulders.

?Do that again!? Seifer whimpered.

?Ungh,? said Squall, the second thing being that although Squall was well aware that something had changed, he nevertheless found himself temporarily Silenced, struck dumb while Seifer?s insides suddenly coiled around him tighter than a jungle snake.

?You?re sure-?? Squall finally gasped when he could speak again.

?Pretty sure,? Seifer breathed, moving his hips to catch Squall?s next thrust; the subsequent brilliant flash of light blocked everything else out of his vision, fireworks and shooting stars in shades of red and green?. ?Ohhhhhhhh, fuck yes, absolutely positive,? he groaned, eyes squeezing shut. ?Leonhart, fuck me!?

?Nnn.?

Squall did.

*

When We Was Fab

Fri, 30 Nov 2001 20:12:35 GMT

"?Sir McCartney issued a statement saying that he was devastated by the loss of a man he considered a little brother?"

Squall cleared his throat before he walked in, taking a couple of hesitant steps into the room, where the Writer sat slumped at her desk radio. The office was in a shambles. All of the half-finished stories and half-stories, paragraphs and the like had been pushed off the desktop, and in their place sat an odd piece of machinery, onto which had been placed a spinning black circle of shiny grooved vinyl.

'All through the day,
I Me Mine, I Me Mine, I Me Mine?'

"Yeah, Squall? What can I do for you?" she sighed, not bothering to lift her eyes from the brightly colored square of cardboard in her hands.

Squall cleared his throat again. "Uh," he began. "The muses and I just wanted to say that we're sorry. That you're sad."

"That's nice," the writer said absently.

"And if there's anything you need? Well. You know."

"That's nice."

"?"

"That's nice."

Squall frowned. "?I've just turned into a pink elephant with a tutu," he said experimentally, not altogether surprised when his writer responded with "That's nice."

Obviously, the situation was more serious than he'd first thought.

GlitterGirl began sifting through a stack of cardboard squares piled precariously on the little snack table next to her swivel chair. "Oh, hey, Squall, while I have you here, do you think it'd be cheating if I played Photograph, cause even though Ringo released it, George co-sang, you know?"

Squall's shoulders slumped. Between Larathia and his writer, this was shaping up to be a long, long couple of weeks.

Every time I see your face,
It reminds me of a place I used to go.
Now all I have left is a photograph,
To remind me that you're not coming back anymore.

Random Buffy Musings

Fri, 23 Nov 2001 20:56:16 GMT

btw, was anyone as knocked out and turned on as I was by last week's Buffy episode? 0_0;; I am such a sucker for sex up against a wall with a gorgeous, smart-ass blond...

Squall: Funny you should mention that...

Seifer: (looks smug)