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| Saturday, August 6th, 2011 | |
| 12:11 am | Herp A Derp Wow. I can't believe I have not updated this journal for so long! That's got to change! Just posting that I didn't totally forget about this. Also, since LJ has been so wonky, I'll probably be posting more stuff here XD. Current Mood:  calmCurrent Music: "Rise Above 2"-Reeve Carney |
| Sunday, August 9th, 2009 | |
| 8:16 pm | SHARDS: Don't I Know You? ( Read more... ) Current Mood:  accomplishedCurrent Music: "Please Don't Leave Me"-P!nk |
| Wednesday, July 29th, 2009 | |
| 1:12 pm | I can has Employment? Yes, yes I can. At long last, I am no longer unemployed! Ka-luh, Ka-LAY! I am finally going to have steady income and that ever elusive thing known as EXPERIENCE. Aww, hell, that's the thing that always burns my resume. Here's what I love about my job: 1. It isn't retail. 2. It is really close to where I live, so shorter commute=less gas purchased to fuel my Decepticon. 3. It is geek friendly. LOL, my job search led me many hysterical places, including a local hotel where I was turned down for a Front Desk job because I "lacked the basic skills for the position." I'm serious. That's what my rejection letter said. I was unaware you had to have a PhD to check people into a hotel. Gawd. I don't think I'd want to work for someone who sends such a condescending rejection letter anyway. Current Mood: accomplishedCurrent Music: "So What"-P!nk |
| Sunday, June 21st, 2009 | |
| 7:06 pm | The Swarm Part 2 (Of ???) The Swarm Part 2 By Invader-Hime Skywarp was unaware his situation could get any worse. He had been marooned on a jungle planet amidst countless dangers and he had no idea where he could find anyone to protect him. He was wrong. After hours of hiding behind a tree in hopes of escaping whatever horrible creature had unleashed such a terrifying cry, he had been set upon by one..,.two...three...maybe more small terrors that undoubtedly wanted to do something horrible to him. The Decepticon Seeker shrieked in horror when something nuzzled one of his servos. “Don’t touch me!” he shrieked, stumbling backward, and proceeded to trip over something very alive behind him. Whatever it was squealed in surprise and skittered away through the brush. Skywarp tried to lift his servo to make room for whatever it was to escape without him being in its way. The action threw off his balance and the Seeker tipped over backwards and landed with a resounding clang. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” a collective whir and coo echoed from all around him in many tiny, tinny voices. Skywarp eased an optic sensor into focus. Now there were five...FIVE tiny little...strange..tiny...little bots around him. Were they multiplying? Would their numbers soon overwhelm and destroy him? He didn’t doubt it. They all kept staring up at him with expectant, glowing optics. “Are you okay, Mommy?” A small, green and purple creature with many legs and a pair of wings asked him. With a flicker of movement, the tiny being transformed into a distinctly feminine robot...who still had wings...but they weren’t like jet wings...they were thin and looked brittle...like they could break. The little bot extended a three fingered claw towards him and her purple optics glowed. Her face was so sweet, so innocent...she had to be up to something! She had to want to rip out his Spark and do terrible terrible things to it with her sharp little claws. “Don’t touch me! I don’t want to go offline!” the Seeker shrieked. Another green monstrosity dropped onto his shoulder from a strange bit of purple wire that it seemed to...produce. Skywarp shuddered...just the concept of that was terrifying in and of itself. The small bot looked up at him with four red optic sensors. This one trilled and climbed over the Decepticon’s shoulder and nuzzled against his cheek affectionately. “Wait! stop! What are you doing?” the Seeker demanded. The little creature continued its strange assault as the three remaining bots approached him timidly, each blurring for an instant as their strange, organic looking bodies transformed into their respective robot modes. It was strange...it didn’t sound like transforming usually did..it sounded...wetter...more...organic? Not like a Cybertronian at all. They didn’t even look Cybertronian when they had transformed...more like...little organics. The one on attacking his cheek remained in its alternative mode...perhaps it was more dangerous than its robot mode? “Why did you leave us, Mommy?” another more slender, flying purple bot asked. It had mismatched optic sensors...two were purple and two were red, on alternating sides of her slender, effeminate face. A pair of antennae that appeared to be attached to her faceplate emoted when she did. “Yes, Mommy, Why did you leave us alone? We didn’t know what to do without you,” a squatter, rounder green bot with bright blue eyes asked...his blue wings fluttering nervously and looking up at Skywarp as if the Seeker had some kind of horrible answer. The green and purple bot fluttered her wings and flew around Skywarp looking him over studiously. “I think Mommy hit her head...she doesn’t remember us,” she said. “She must have hit it real bad then...because who wouldn’t remember us?” the blue eyed bot laughed playfully. A final purple bot with four arms, a green striped color scheme, and two sets of blue optic sensors laughed. “Mommy’s just being silly. She couldn’t forget us because we love her so much,” “I’m not a she! My base programming is a masculine interface...and my chassis model isn’t anything like the female version...unless you have a problem with that...a violent problem with that...then you can call me whatever you want,” The Seeker ended sounding extremely willing to placate the mob that had him at their mercy. All the while, the green, eight legged creature nuzzled and trilled. This was getting to be too much to bear for the Coward. “Stop it! Who are you?” he demanded harshly. The tiny creature that had been on his shoulder the whole time whimpered and its optics filled with some kind of lubricant. “Mommy?” it whispered, actually speaking for the first time. The jungle seemed to go silent all of a sudden. The four other tiny bots all seemed to wait for Skywarp to respond. “Look...please-” the Seeker was cut off by the green masculine bot. “Mommy...don’t you remember us....don’t you want us?” he asked quietly. “We saw you leave. We saw you. You were purple and black...we remember you. We remember,” the first little flying bot asked him. The five little bots looked very melancholy. The Seeker was at a loss for words. They were babies. Baby....somethings. Orphan baby somethings. They looked pathetic all of a sudden...so tiny...so alone. For a moment, Skywarp’s processor burned in indignation...how dare...whatever spawned these things leave them alone like this...why, if he ever met them he’d...well, probably do nothing because he was a coward...but that didn’t mean he would like it. He decided to play along...at least for now...there was...after all, strength in numbers. “No...no...who wouldn’t want a little...a little swarm of...cute..baby somethings around?” he asked, smiling. There was a collective outcry of joy from the little bots, who threw themselves at the Seeker...and caused him to scream out in horror at the sudden assault. Current Mood: cheerfulCurrent Music: "My Life Would Suck Without You"-Kelly Clarkson |
| Wednesday, May 6th, 2009 | |
| 8:05 pm | Fan Fic: The Swarm, Part 1 Oh, snap! A Transformers Animated fanfic? Aww yeah! The Swarm Part 1 By Invader-Hime Blackarachnia stumbled through the undergrowth of the alien world she found herself on. She was in robot mode...she had to stay in robot mode...it was the only way to keep things in perspective. Everything seemed out of place...wrong...both outside and inside. The world was an organic one and she felt out of place. She’d been betrayed by her own body and the very thought of the incident made her sick in a way that she’d never felt before. She’d just been through something extremely traumatic and her mind was still reeling, trying to put things in perspective. It was infinitely worse than anything that had ever happened to her because it was her own fault. She couldn’t even blame Wasp...Waspinator for it...he’s been damn near unconscious the whole time thanks to her venom. She’d practically jumped him, paralyzed him and done....something. There wasn’t a word that she knew of for it...properly, at least not at the time. It was all on her shoulders...the shame, humiliation and the mind bending disgust. She didn’t understand it...couldn’t...it wasn’t like anything that had ever driven her before...almost like...like a program. She shuddered. She hadn’t even known what it was her body was doing until it was over...and she saw what had come out of her...those little spheres with...little....bodies inside. That was when something exploded in her mind and she’d just had to get away from all of it. The two of them had...forged...forged new atrocities together. She should have been happy that she had more than enough specimens for her experiments...but her equipment was on Earth...and these...things...had no Cybertronian forms to revert to...and they came from her body! She couldn’t bear to even look at them, no less touch them in any way. Why now? Why? Because there was never a male before...it was always just her...then she’d made him...and together they had forged new abominations. There had never been a male that was compatible with her before...but now there was...and her organic side had known it, craved it, and used it. The entire concept was disgusting to her. She shivered again, despite the jungle’s humidity and oppressive heat. A voice in her head told her this was good weather for eggs...they’d hatch soon...and with that thought, a scream of mind numbing despair and self-loathing echoed across the forest. >>>>> Elsewhere...and some time later... Skywarp peered out from behind the tree he was cowering behind. It didn’t cover up much of the black and purple Seeker, but it was enough of a placebo for him. Nervous crimson eyes darted back and forth as he took one tentative step forward. That horrible sound he heard had paralyzed him for hours....he hadn’t moved, save for the quaking of his legs. The cowardly Decepticon saw that there was nothing near him...but there could be something he couldn’t see...something there that was frightening and horrible that would rend him asunder. Skywarp swallowed. He didn’t like the sound of that. “Mommy?” a small, timid, metallic voice asked. Skywarp nearly leapt out of his plating and dove to the ground with a shriek of fear. “Leave me alone! Don’t hurt me! Have mercy, I beg you!” he pleaded, servos clenched over his optic sensors. “We won’t hurt you Mommy, we love you!” came another distinctly feminine tiny voice. “Yes, Mommy. Don’t be scared of us. We love you,” another stated kindly. “Please Mommy, Can I have a hug?” came still another voice. Two more new voices ...just how many were there? He was surrounded! He was doomed! Skywarp felt something nuzzle against his servo and the assailant trill. With a shriek, he pulled backwards and hit the thick trunk of an ancient tree. He looked up in terror at the five (at least) beasts who had set upon him. They were tiny, but still monstrous and undoubtedly capable of performing untold acts of cruelty on him. They looked at him with two sets of red optics...well, three technically, as one of the two had four optic sensors and not the usual two...this fact was terrifying in and of itself. The other three tiny creatures looked up at him with (four) sets of purple eyes. Three hovered around him on nightmarish tiny purple wings and the other two dangled from green and purple cables of some sort. The Decepticon whimpered to himself. What kinds of terrible things would these little devils do to him? Current Mood:  bouncy |
| 8:04 pm | Fan Fic: Candle A Mutant! Gwevin piece...my favorite kind! Candle By Invader-Hime The October evening was cool and crisp. The leaves were changing colors and fluttering to the ground in the soft breeze. Gwen Tennyson opened the window of her bedroom and let the fresh air fill her lungs. She smiled and hummed to herself as she lit a small pumpkin scented candle on her window sill and sat down to work. When she opened the book, the breeze caught a photo that she had been using as a bookmark and blew it to the ground. Gwen bit her lip, then leaned over to pick it up. It was a picture from the summer road trip from four years ago. She, Ben, and Grandpa Max were standing in front of the “Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas Nevada” sign. She smiled. It was hard to believe it had already been four years since they had went on that trip...and in the meantime, life had returned to normal...well, for the others. Ben had taken off the Omnitrix and Grandpa Max had come and gone on his various missions...and Gwen had...well, kept up with her studies, as well as added to her magic spell roster...her powers came to her easier now, almost as if they were a part of her and not the words from the book. This made things easier...just like life was somehow easier now, too. There weren’t any complications...any villains to fight...nothing of the sort just a sort of serene peace that made everything feel alright. It made it safe to leave the window open. It was not as if anything was going to happen to her...like anyone was going to jump in and do her any harm. Gwen smiled and set to work reading and taking notes. The candle flickered for a moment. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The candle’s scent drifted out her window and he could smell it like he was standing next to it. He shifted his large bulk precariously and peered over the roof’s ledge. There was an angle...if he was careful enough...quiet enough...that he could position himself in that let him watch her as she worked. His vulpimancer arms dug into the shingles with sharp, gripping claws and his wings spread awkwardly for balance and he found he was able to see her without any difficulty. His thick, striped tail began to wag slightly in delight. He’d been watching her for the past few weeks and had no idea why, but he liked it and what Kevin 11 likes, he does...ain’t nothing nobody can do about that. He smiled and a few pointed teeth poked out of his mouth at the thought. He started out with vengeance on his mind. That’s how most things he did started...ill will and vinegar seemed to be what he was built up from. He’d started spying on her. The other Tennysons were unlisted, but he knew if he was patient enough, they’d talk about the others and he’d be able to glean all the information he needed from whatever it was that they said. Perhaps they would come over for a family visit and he’d crash the party...but nothing like that ever happened. The parents were useless in this matter and Gwen only communicated with her cousin through emails and instant messages which were impossible to read from a distance. He had nothing to gain from continuing the stakeout. Still, he kept coming back...at first it really was for vengeance...but now...now it just felt like he was wanting to look at Gwen. The idea was strange to him. He still acted on it, but he didn’t understand it. It wasn’t anything he’d ever done or wanted to do before. He couldn’t think of a single reason why he should, but he did. He was getting more bold now. He saw her head down on her desk and her sides rose and fell slowly. She was asleep. She would not see him or hear him. He twitched his tail like an oversized cat and shifted his weight so that he hung over her window and looked in. She quivered and he froze with fear, thinking he might have made something shake or creak and it would wake her and she’d scream and things would get messy. She didn’t move. She just sat there shaking. He cocked his head to one side, as if doing so would make him understand what was going on. A cold wind blew and the candle flickered again and he understood she was cold. There was a blanket hanging over the back of her chair. Without thinking, he reached for it with his crystal hand and found himself a few inches short, but dangerously close to touching Gwen Tennyson. He swallowed hard, but the action was difficult in his current position and did nothing to help the situation. Carefully, he shifted his weight and his lower arms lowered his bulk while still clutching the shingles. With some maneuvering, he was able to gain the extra inches he needed to snag the blanket with the tips of his fingers and pull it over the girl’s shoulders. The candle flickered. In another instant, the visitor was gone, having retreated up to the roof where he too curled up like a gargantuan cat. He tucked his face under his striped tail and exhaled through his gills...and fell asleep. When he awoke, he peered down over the side of the house again to peer in at the Tennyson girl. The window was closed and the candle had burnt out. Gwen had been tucked into her bed and she lay there sleeping peacefully. With a flick of his wings, Kevin was righted and he fluttered off into the dark from whence he had come. Current Mood: busy |
| 8:02 pm | A FEW MORE FOR THE LOLZ! A Few More For The LOLZ By Invader-Hime (THE END!) (YAY!) It had been several weeks since their escape from the Batman. Charmcaster had been able to use the contents of the crate, a collection of powerful energy infused crystals, to boost her magical powers...as well as several other aspects of her personality, to new heights. However, there was one lingering element of their wild heist adventure that refused to go away. The robot. It followed them everywhere if it could and if it couldn’t, the robot waited patiently in truck form outside their hideout. Apparently, Darkstar’s draining worked on inhuman life forms the same way as human ones. The truck was enamored with him. Darkstar made Charmcaster answer the door whenever the behemoth knocked. “I just want to see Mike!” the abomination would exclaim, sounding thoroughly miserable, “Why won’t he see me?” Each and every time, Charmcaster explained that he wasn’t there and she was only there to pick things up for him...that Mike himself was actually in a super secret location on a super secret mission that no one could ever hear about because then it wouldn’t be secret anymore. Then, she would as politely as possible shut the door in the robot’s colossal face. After awhile, the thing seemed to accept that Darkstar did not have the same feelings for it...thus, the robot had become a voyeur. If it wouldn’t have him...it would watch him...obsessively and be there whenever they needed him for anything. Needless to say, Charmcaster found its perpetual surveillance put a strain on their...their “partnership.” Darkstar apparently noticed and did his best to try to repair it. Charmcaster lay in bed with her eyes closed and the pink silk sheet pulled up to her chin. She felt someone tracing circles on her shoulders in an attempt to be seductive. It was really just ticklish. And a little annoying. “Hey...,” She felt a hollow nose nuzzle the back of her neck affectionately. “Want to....sparkle?” she heard Darkstar ask huskily. Without a second thought, Charmcaster turned her head toward the window. Two glowing blue eyes stared back at her. “Not tonight. I just can’t get in the mood with that creepy robot slave of yours peeking through the window and watching us.” The nuzzling stopped. Darkstar got up and opened the window. The giant robot smiled down at him. “Hi, Mike! I love you!” came the mechanical voice. The robot smiled happily through the window at him. “I know. You said that. Fifty times. Look, I’m...trying to do something, can you leave for awhile...I don’t know...go see someone else, then come back and tell me about it later?” Darkstar offered, hoping any indication that he wanted something from the robot would cause it to do what he asked. He was right. The robot clicked and whirred, looking delighted. “Okay!” it answered, saluting. “Great. Later,” Darkstar said, closing the window. He walked back to Charmcaster’s bed looking pleased with himself. “Better?” he asked. “Infinitely. I’m feeling...sparkly,” she answered before purring in her throat and pulling him closer. Outside the window, two blue optical sensors flickered on unnoticed. “I’m going to see Charmcaster,” the robot whispered to itself, smiling widely. Current Mood: cheerful |
| 8:00 pm | FOR THE LOLZ Part 2 OH SNAP! THAR'S MORE! For The Lolz Part 2 By Invader-Hime When the door closed behind them, the truck whirred to life without either Charmcaster or Darkstar doing anything. “What’s that?” Charmcaster asked. Darkstar shrugged dumbly. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t do anything,” The witch scoffed. “I’ll say you didn’t,” She smiled when she heard him growl under his breath. There was a sound akin to an engine revving behind them. The two villains peered out the cab windows and noticed that a very distinctly bat themed car was peeling around the corner. “You’ve got to be kidding,” Darkstar mumbled. “What are you waiting for! Get us out of here!” Charmcaster hissed. “Why me? Why don’t you get us out of here? It was your idea in the first place!” he growled back. Charmcaster shook her head in disbelief. “Because you’re in the driver’s seat,” he said, almost painfully. Darkstar looked down and saw that this observation was as close to correct as the truck could be. There were no pedals, keys, or anything else other than the steering wheel that indicated this. “Oh. Well, I’d be happy to get us out of here if, you know, I knew how this thing worked,” he added sarcastically. “I know how it works! I’ll get you out of here! I love you!” A third, almost mechanical voice chirped around them. Both villains looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. It seemed to emanate from the truck itself, which sped away at ridiculously unsafe speeds in an attempt to evade the bat themed car, which seemed to follow them with absurd speed. The chase was insane. They ran red lights, made illegal turns, and neither Darkstar nor Charmcaster could tell where they were going or if they would ever reach their destination in one piece. Darkstar casually reached over and fastened his seat belt, not that it would do much good if they actually hit anything of substance. He felt sick to his stomach when the headlight fell across a very distinct shape: A woman pushing a baby carriage that began to cross the street in front of them. “Ahhhh! Don’t hit the Baby...Communist?” Darkstar’s suggestion turned into a question as the truck swerved around the corner, narrowly missing the woman and her child, whose hat had an iconic red star on it. “Don’t see one of those every day,” Charmcaster mumbled, sounding slightly amused. Ahead of them, two figures wandered into the street. Both of them had appeared to be enormous glow sticks in their hands. The truck didn’t miss this time. There was a sickening thump and the truck bounced slightly. “Master!” an alarmed female voice cried. “You didn’t tell me not to hit him,” the truck Darkstar rolled his eyes and stuck his head out the window. “You damn rave kids and your ecstasy and your glow sticks. Get out of the damn road while I’m not driving this stupid truck and trying to escape a madman in a bat costume!” he shouted behind them. The car behind them rounded the corner and hit the body in the street again. The female voice screamed again. Darkstar and Charmcaster exchanged glances. “Well, this isn’t going the way you described it at all,” Darkstar huffed. “Shut up,” Charmcaster huffed. They both looked ahead at the road instead of at each other and both came to the same horrible conclusion at the same time. The road was ending. “The road!” they both exclaimed at the same time. “I’ll save you!” the truck shouted. In an instant...it had...transformed, for the lack of a better word, into a humanoid robot and had somehow managed to squish both of them into one of its hands. The end result was that their bodies were crushed against each other in Charmcaster really didn’t want to think about where her hand was currently squooshed, not that she could tell anyway, she’d just prefer not to know. At least they knew where the voice had come from. “Well, this is cozy,” Darkstar observed. “Shut up,” she whispered. “Hey, at least we’re away from that guy,” Darkstar said, motioning with his head towards the man and car they’d just escaped by having a giant robot jump them to safety. “This is true. I guess I can’t hate you because of that,” Charmcaster smiled. “Say, could you move your fingers to the left a little?” Darkstar asked. “Why?” “Oh, no special reason. Just asking,” he looked over her head at something he suddenly found much more interesting. That didn’t sound good to her. “No,” Charmcaster said firmly. “Are you sure?” Darkstar asked. Even though his mask hid his face, she could tell he was smiling. Charmcaster felt her cheeks turn slightly scarlet. “Yes,” she insisted. “Okay, then, that’s your choice. I’m not here to judge,” he said flatly. “I love you!” the robot suddenly exclaimed. It was neither the first time, nor the last, but they had escaped doom at the hands of a man in a bat costume and they had taken whatever was in the crate. Overall...it hadn’t been a bad night...but it wasn’t over yet. Current Mood: bouncy |
| 7:57 pm | FOR THE LOLZ Part 1 Be forewarned..the next three posts are made of pure crack. Enjoy. Also: OH HAI THAR! NO CUTZ FOR THE LOLZ! FOR THE LOLZ Part 1 “Hurry up, this is taking too long.” Darkstar’s voice echoed around inside his helmet and he rubbed his shoulders nervously. It was three o’clock in the morning and he could see puff of steam drift out of his mask every time he took a breath. “Oh, shut up. I’m going as fast as I can. What are you worried about? Getting your ass handed to you again, Darkiekins?” Charmcaster asked, her voice blatantly mocking and condescending. She smiled to herself as she charmed the locks and disabled all the security measures. He was so predicatble...and so fun to bother. She could tell from his posture that he was blushing that absurd purple color that he always did whenever she ruffled his proverbial feathers. “No!” he countered, a little quicker than he meant to. Oh, yes, he was definitely blushing that absurd purple color. “Good. You’re with me this time. I promise no heroes will molest you,” she said with a wicked grin, as if what she said had somehow been terribly clever. She heard Darkstar give an exasperated sigh. “Joy,” was what he actually said a few seconds later. As soon as he did, the power went off and the door to the warehouse the two had been trying to break into opened. It was dark inside and there weren’t any noises to indicate otherwise, but Charmcaster got the distinct feeling they were not alone. She moved quickly once they were inside. Meaning that she found the crate she wanted, then demanded Darkstar carry it for her as it was why she had brought him along in the first place. Why waste magic or carry it yourself if you had a nice sidekick? She certainly wasn’t. He agreed to it with little more than a slump and a sigh, which surprised her, but she wasn’t going to complain. He didn’t get it very far. A blinding pair of headlights flickered on in an instant and Charmcaster squealed in surprise. She could have sworn she heard Darkstar make a somewhat similar, if muffled sound. She could not help but be amused at that, despite their current circumstances. “Stop where you are, Organics! That isn’t yours!” Charmcaster couldn’t see who was doing the shouting, her eyes were still flickering with stars. She shielded her eyes and squinted, trying to see. She heard Darkstar put the crate down and step in front of her. Charmcaster blinked and her eyes focused on his back. “I’ve got this,” Darkstar said nonchalantly. Charmcaster raised an eyebrow questioningly. “What do you mean ‘you got this’? That thing is a damn truck. It isn’t alive! I can’t even see where the driver is,” Charmcaster whined, trying to peer over his shoulder. “I said...,”Darkstar started before shooting an ebon, sparkling beam at the truck. “’I got this,’” Then the truck did something she would never have thought a machine was capable of...it screamed...and screamed. “Whoah. Nice,” Charmcaster said, smiling. “Thank You,” her companion stated, as if he did not need to be told how nice it actually was. Darkstar stopped blasting it when its headlights flickered out. Charmcaster couldn’t see his ghoulish face, but she could feel him smiling. When the dark shimmer wore off, she frowned. The truck used to be red and blue, but was now a hideous combination of dark blue and gray. “What the hell? You made it ugly? That’s how you handle things?” the witch scoffed when she caught a glance at the altered paint coat. “I tend to have that effect on people...and apparently robots as well,” Darkstar muttered as he opened the door to the truck’s cab. He motioned in a gentlemanly way. “After you, my lady,” he offered her a hand. She took it and climbed into the cab of the truck. It looked like it would be a clean escape after that....but like so many things, it was not that simple. When Darkstar leaned over to pick up the crate that Charmcaster wanted, a small, bat shaped device embedded itself in the wooden box. “The hell?” Darkstar muttered under his breath and looked up to see...a man dressed in a bat costume. As if the day couldn’t get more bizarre. He certainly wasn’t going to wait around for it to. Without another word, he practically leapt into the truck’s cab with the crate in tow and slammed the door behind him. They had to get out of there before anything else happened. Current Mood: artistic |
| Friday, February 6th, 2009 | |
| 6:28 pm | 2/3 Tests done. One more at the end of the month. Yesterday's was a five hour MONSTER that left my brain fried. I came home, ate, RP'd while watching that episode of Star Trek Voyager where Q tries to get Captain Janeway to mate with him, then fell asleep. YAY. Going to see Coraline tonight and really looking forward to it ^_^ Also: My three new blank ponies arrived ^_^. Current Mood: artistic |
| Saturday, January 31st, 2009 | |
| 1:28 pm | Done...again X3 This is becoming a regular thing, isn't it? I feel like I finish one thing, then start another, then finish that. I'm taking the PED (professional Educator's Test, FTW) soon. Yay credentials, aren't they great? I've been looking for work AND working on my book. Book is currently at 144 pages ^_^ Luff it. I drew for the first time in ages, because I'd been wanting to doodle a few members of the cast of my novel...and I managed to come up with something I don't hate and actually like ^_^ Fun stuff. Convention season starts next month. How cool is that? Current Music: "Immortal"-The Crux Shadows |
| Sunday, November 30th, 2008 | |
| 2:11 pm | The Cuckoo I really felt like posting this here for some reason/ It is another Ben 10: Alien Force fic. Max TennysonX....You'll see. ( Read more... ) Current Mood: busy |
| Thursday, November 6th, 2008 | |
| 8:22 pm | OMG Update! Where have I been? Busy. Long story I'm feeling too lazy to type up right now. Here's what I've been doing TODAY X3: Me being who I am... I bought myself an early birthday present because. Just because. That's pretty much the reason I do everything XD The Ben 10 Alien Force game for Wii! XD I've only played the Pier level, Medieval Forest, and part of the first part of the Kevin in the Forever Knight's Castle level. I so far have 3/5 Aliens: Swampfire, Big Chill, and Spidermonkey. Wow. A WHOLE ONE more than you start with XD Epic WIN and LOLZ already. Win: The controls are easy once you figure them out. The music, like the first game, is primarily from the TV show, so there are a lot of used cues and things that are easily recognizable. In the first cut scene when they are riding in Kevin's car...combined fan theories are proven when WHAT does Kevin have playing on his radio? THE SHAG CARPET! The song Verdona was dancing to? That's on the radio. Kevin really is "Max Jr." X3 There are actually video game only characters this time around. Yay. Just like real Plumbers, the supposed Plumber they meet is quick to shove off his duties onto three Earth teenagers as soon as he meets them. There are some pretty awesome bad guys designs thus far...and a random tip just pointed out that everyone's favorite hellions, the Pick Axe Aliens, are fightable baddies. Payback time, I can has it? PLZ? THE LOLZ: Because it just wouldn't be a Ben 10 game without them. 1. Okay....Kevin can absorb things...I know...so what do we get? Rocks...metal...and...logs. XD EPIC LOLZ. The things he absorb are found randomly floating in the air, too X3 2. I saw Ben's leg disappear into the wall. I find this lolzy. 3. The gang fights like crazy. LOLZ. STAY TUNED FOR MORE UPDATEAGE! Current Mood: cheerfulCurrent Music: "Ben 10 Alien Force theme" |
| Sunday, September 7th, 2008 | |
| 3:26 pm | |
| 3:22 pm | Shards: The Best Kept Secret I friggin' love this fic. I really do. It just keeps doing random things in my head. Like this. This was originally going to happen way later int he story, but I bumped it up to two years before the first Shards story. Yay. ( Read more... ) Current Mood: artisticCurrent Music: Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog |
| Saturday, August 2nd, 2008 | |
| 1:57 pm | Kevin Levin's Action Cruiser At long last. I have the Holy Grail of Ben 10 Toys...and I totally left it in the box, breaking my own rule about toy collecting. I'm saving it. However, a friend of mine has it too (we both bought ours at the same time while prowling the Target aisles for toy goodness). So, I got a pretty close look at what this thing actually is and does. *Snicker* It has a glitter finish. I kid you not. If you look really close at it in the light, Stinkbee glitters. Also, breaking my heart and countless shippers of KevinXinsert OTP person here, there is no backseat. There is no passenger seat either. Oh. Sorry, Kevin. Your world class make-out mobile has been fan proofed. Bandai must have been thinking about the children. So...you can put Kevin in his car in the driver's seat...but Gwen and Ben won't fit in there. Yet. I'll have to get creative sometime and figure out a way to wiggle in some Gwevin action...I hope to God they come out with Teenage Gwen soon. The Kevin it comes with is silver. I guess he is suppsed to have absorbed some metal, but it looks pretty LOLZY to see him driving his car like that. The regular figure is MIA, but Spidermonkey and Echo Echo figures just came out. <3. Hopefully, He, Gwen and a DNAlien should be coming up...I hope. Okay...one thing I also have to mention about this thing is that compared to the 4" figures...it is huge. I'm talking tank huge. The Kevin figure looks ungodly small in it. But that's because of all the WEIRD features. Okay, the side pops down so figures can ride on it and shoot syringes of slime at things. Also, you load balls filled with slime and mini figures (Alien Rock style Jetray and Humungousaur) into the trunk and shoot them out at...soemthing. I don't know what since there are no bad guys from this show made into figures yet. Another LOLZY thing...Kevin isn't even on the front of the box for his own car! Ben is! Sure, there's a picture of the figure....but the GINORMOUS Graphic if of Ben and the Omnitrix. Kevin appears on the side panel next to Ben, looking rightfully peeved at being excluded from his own packaging. LOLZ. I love it! Current Mood: cheerful |
| Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008 | |
| 4:04 pm | Mind Games Mind Games During the search for an Ectonurite criminal, Kevin finds himself possessed...and forced to relive and live the personal horrors of his past...and possible future? ( Read more... ) Current Mood: artisticCurrent Music: "Ben 10 Alien Force theme" |
| 4:02 pm | Shards: Sunset Shards: Sunset Little Mimsy and Kimeya share an evening with their Grandfather... ( Read more... ) Current Mood:  dorkyCurrent Music: "Beautiful World"-Hikaru Utada |
| 4:00 pm | Storms Pt. 3 Storms Pt. 3: Addictive The storm rages outside while young Gwen Tennyson tends to an over sized house guest. ( Read more... ) Current Mood: artisticCurrent Music: "Ben 10 Alien Force theme" |
| Sunday, June 29th, 2008 | |
| 3:09 pm | Storms Pt 2. Gwen finds something unexpected in her front lawn... ( Read more... ) Current Mood:  blank |