GlitterGirl

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.

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.

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*

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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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!
^_^

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!!!!!! ^_^

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*

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

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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!)

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...