Primal Innocence

... and now for something completely different.

Fri, 25 Jul 2008 23:45:19 GMT

ilu Gundam Fighter

Sun, 15 Jun 2008 05:50:33 GMT

FROM SOME INTERVIEW WITH THE DIRECTOR

Basically it said that Shinn represents the irrational youth of today, and that younger audiences could not appreciate him because he was a reflection of ourselves.

HA HA HA.

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 02:50:47 GMT

Lazy pimping here for Gundam SEED CE 73: Stargazer.

It's three twenty-minute segements and it's amazing. Like, lots of people hate SEED and Destiny. Everyone loves Stargazer. It also has nothing to do with the plot of other series; all you need to know is "people in space hate people on the Earth," which is, btw, the plot of every Gundam series ever basically.

I recommend it to everyone, but especially to people who are fans of other Gundam series who haven't watched SEED.

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 05:28:27 GMT

Someone remind me to take this down sometime soon.

UBER-SUPER GUNDAM POST

Yes, my friends, Gundam is available on the intarwebs for direct downloading at a da-anime.org near you. So links (in no particular order):

- Gundam SEED (LOL DNA TESTING)
- Gundam SEED Destiny (LOL SPACE COMMUNISM)

- Turn-A Gundam (LOL THE MAIN CHARACTER IS A CROSSDRESSER)

- Gundam 00 (LOL WE ARE CELESTIAL BEING)

- Mobile Suit Gundam (CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR)
- Zeta Gundam (FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUR)
- ZZ Gundam (FUCKING KIDS)
- 08th MS Team (as per Azuma's request)

- Gundam Wing (LOL 00 V. 1.0)

- G-Gundam (... ... ... lol)

CFUD General Gundam Cast-Chan

Wed, 05 Mar 2008 01:51:30 GMT

To limit my screeching about robots in chan (at least a little) -- hybrid sorta-cast-chan!

#gundam@lunarnet

Channel is totes open to all. QUATRE, YOU HAVE OPS.

Fri, 04 Jan 2008 22:50:19 GMT

Pinstripe suit jacket + yellow t-shirt + shorts + tennis shoes = totally appropriate beachwear.

And I think Kira shoved his scarf down his pants.

Christmas Gifts.

Tue, 25 Dec 2007 06:20:47 GMT

Check Euphie's journal for a superior version of this.

Easy boys first, then Shinn, then the girls.

Tamaki: Is easy. ♥ If you have ever spoken to Tamaki ever, you’ve received a big old basket of deep red poinsettia. If you’re a girl or introduced yourself, you also have an invitation for an all-expenses paid trip to a summer villa in Madagascar. ♥

Ben:
… has systematically gone through camp’s computers and deleted the Star Wars Holiday Special for Life Day. ♥ Jaina, however, gets a big box of chocolates and a complete DVD set of MacGyver with a note: You’re probably better at that stuff than the holodrama character, but still, you might like watching it.

Shinn:
- Anemone: Ridiculously pretty/warm cashmere sweater in pink.
- Bart: Katamari Damacy! 8D
- Chisame: Ridiculously pretty/warm cashmere sweater in pale blue.
- Chizuru: Ridiculously pretty/warm cashmere sweater in red.
- Ema: omg robopanda.
- George: PAJAMA WARMER!!!
- Juri: Two child lo-jackers/GPS trackers for her student council.
- Kio: Beer opening and pouring robot.
- Kira: A giant rubber-band ball. Except replace “rubber band” with “belts” and “giant” with “REALLY REALLY REALLY BIG.”
- Kira (Sakuya): Pop-up hot dog cooker</a> which is surprisingly not making implications about your sexuality. :<
- Lu Xun: FREAKING SWEET SOLAR POWERED LIGHT JARS. Oh my god, you get, like, twenty of these, this shit is so cool. CE loev solar power.
- Maya: Pajama warmer!!!
- Megumi: Ridiculously pretty/warm cashmere sweater in dark blue.
- Mikuru: COMFORTABLE FLANNEL PAJAMAS THAT DON’T REVEAL ANYTHING.
- Mitsuru: Ridiculously pretty/warm cashmere sweater in white.
- Oscar: Oh my god it’s a runaway clock this is so cute/annoying/techie.
- Rey: Shinn found an academy photo and got a good frame and it is sitting anonymously on Rey’s bed. Also, more hedonistically, OMG QUILTED, DOWN-STUFFED WHITE FUZZY BOOTS hey rey we can totally wear these as part of the uniform right.
- Rosette – a red mug with a clock on it</a> (geez, it’s gotta be better than a pocketwatch, right?) and a freaking sweet marshmallow shooter.
- Yzak: HAPPY CHESS SET IN NEON COLORS.
And if Shinn has met you and you are on reasonable terms, you get an de-static-er.

Euphie:
- Aang: A huge book of paper airplanes and sturdy paper-airplane-building paper.
- Axel: A pair of earmuffs in an honestly unfortunate shade of orange, but we’ve gotta get color into that outfit somehow, dude.
- CC: Small fancy stationary collection!
- Cornelia: Uho, ordered in a pair of ice skates, and a flowerless window-planter. Resting on top of the soil in the box is a small seed collection of flowers that used to grow in a certain someone’s garden.
- Lelouch – redecorative kitty litter box, a small collection of Kamen Rider figurines, and a box of cloths meant for wiping glasses except that these… are decidedly oversized.
- Light: One helluva fancy pen.
- Milly: An elaborate leather dayplanner/folio thing.
- Mytho: A small music box that plays a ballet that exists, somehow, only in Geass’s wild AU-verse.
- Suzaku: AMAZING CAT THING and a 1/35 scale Lancelot model to put together and a fancy sword-holdin’ swashbucklin’ belt.
- Zuko: Two maps – one of CFUD’s Earth, and one of Britannia’s Earth… and a fire extinguisher.

Meer:
- Al: A big collection of scented oils in not-too-ridiculous smells and a box full of colorful polishing cloths meant for musical instruments.
- Ari: A giant jawbreaker and a set of kiddie lo-jackers/GPS people-trackers (note: To be used as you see fit).
- Chisame: A new sewing machine.
- Chizuru: A CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN, two baskets of strawberries, and a note that says For food.
- Ed: A smaller polishing cloth and a bottle of oil (bonus tag: use appropriately).
- Itachi: A big, big, big book of cookie recipes.
- Kira: A (clothed! Clothed!) blow-up doll with the note for emergency hugs attached.
- Lacus: A treasure map to the place where all of camp’s Haros hibernate during the winter.
- Rey: A fuuuuuuzzy wuzzy white rabbit with purple ribbons tied around its ears. It’s sooooo fuzzyyyyy.
- Russel: A big old bunch of Russel’s flowers trimmed and arranged in a big ribboned vase, and a big collection of seeds for kitchen herbs and hothouse flowers.
- Uryuu: A big bundle of white alpaca yarn and a pair of lacquered knitting needles.
- Yuusuke: A PC Mortal Kombat emulator.
- Yzak: Remote-controlled robo-shark!!!

o hay cagalli i found ur country

Thu, 13 Dec 2007 01:31:14 GMT

lol lagrange points

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 01:31:42 GMT

I NEVER HAVE ANY IDEA WHEN I DROP MY CHARACTERS here is a meme, loev Kyou.

Shinn Asuka (shinnanigans): 49,192 comments (43.28%)
Meer Campbell (idolies): 19,933 comments (17.54%)
Biff (gospel_truth): 468 comments (0.41%)
Maya Toomi (candidshot): 1,407 comments (1.24%)
Yuuko Ichihara (mme__butterfly): 503 comments (0.44%)
Rinko Jerad (beady_eyed): 3,410 comments (3.00%)
Padme Amidala (softandsmooth): 2,073 comments (1.82%)
Stellar Loussier (extendededition): 2,789 comments (2.45%)
Tamaki Suoh (second_daddy): 12,270 comments (10.80%)
Rue (ifbirdordevil): 4,421 comments (3.89%)
Luke Skywalker (verybadfeelings): 2,340 comments (2.06%)
Euphemia li Britannia (euphiemisms): 12,501 comments (11.00%)
Ben Skywalker (jaded_legacy): 2,355 comments (2.07%)

Total comment count: 113,662

No surprises there, except Euphie edging out Tamaki and Ben finally shambling past Luke's comment count.

Thu, 22 Nov 2007 05:54:24 GMT

LULZ SEED FASHION POST.

EXCUSE THIS EMO PICTURE but yes. Uniform. (The collar is almost never done up properly -- Shinn only fixes it for the chairman. D:)

Aaaaaaand ignore poor pic quality; this is the first outfit Shinn shows up in. He loses the hat when Kira kills his family. :(

Episodes one and twenty-one. Patterned leggings wrrrrrry.

Episode... nine? Ten? Eleven? I don't have this all memorized. FUCK YEAH 1980.

Final Phase outfit. Look carefully at the blue undershirt; it's a skirt on one side. MANLY.

Now we're entering the dangerous territory of "crazy stuff only shown in silly promo art."

This one is pretty normal.

Getting a little weirder...

wtf is this shit?

... ... ... MORAL OF THE STORY: ZAFT UNIFORMS ARE BETTER THAN YOU ORIGINALLY THOUGHT.

Not shown because I was too lazy to look for it: suit with striped undershirt, three piece suit and tie, Virgo!Shinn, and the damn pilot suit.

Thu, 15 Nov 2007 04:27:47 GMT

I lol'd.

lol zetsubou sensei?

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 06:29:46 GMT

The yaoi fangirl's biggest mistake:

I can't figure out what he's piloting:

Thu, 12 Jul 2007 01:36:05 GMT

ATTN BOYS CABIN 10

hime yzak xander bart ikkaku kio mikuru satan-kira dee livio

We need to do a post together sometime.

Ideally, a post which most of us can be around for either the endings or beginnings or whatever of.

Discuss.

Wed, 16 May 2007 16:37:42 GMT

JESUS FUCK IT'S A PLATINUM GUNDAM

http://www.geekologie.com/2007/05/gundam_fixed_platinum_is_most.php

APP GUNDAM COUNSELORS FROM ALL TIMELINES

Comment Counter.

Sat, 28 Apr 2007 19:02:09 GMT

Shinn Asuka (shinnanigans): 45,564 (47.0%)
Meer Campbell (idolies): 19,272 (19.9%)
Biff (gospeltruth): 468 (0.5%)
Maya Toomi (candidshot): 1,407 (1.5%)
Yuuko Ichihara (mme__butterfly): 503 (0.5%)
Rinko Jerad (beady_eyed): 3,410 (3.5%)
Padme Naberrie (softandsmooth): 2,070 (2.1%)
Stellar Loussier (extendededition): 2,789 (2.9%)
Tamaki Suoh (second_daddy): 9,454 (9.8%)
Rue (ifbirdordevil): 4,393 (4.5%)
Luke Skywalker (verybadfeelings): 2,337 (2.4%)
Euphemia li Britannia (euphiemisms): 5,224 (5.4%)

Total Comments: 96,891.

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 20:06:13 GMT

"Modest"?

IC: Director Notes/Playercest.

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 02:31:25 GMT

(( OOC: For a copy of the director notes without character comments in and out of them, click here. ))

CAMP

Occasionally, I worry if this is the appropriate venue. Would it have been a better policy to simply execute all new arrivals, rather than keep them for the alloted time? (Execute?) (Don’t worry; if she could’ve, she would’ve already.)

Would a small population have been easier to enforce as well? It would be more simple to properly confine the control groups, if that was the case. (What sort of control groups?) (A group, milady, where I can stay with you, look deeply into your eyes…) (Stick to your out-of-control group, dumbass.)

And would I be justified in killing the ones that present resistance, rather than continue to tolerate their unnecessary existence at camp? Their arguments are tedious and repititive. (It’s not our fault we’ve been here so long.)

Some of these children are no longer of use to me, but their removal would bring about more complications. I need to keep them busy, somehow, and the continuation of my genetic experiments has been bothering me for some time. (Genetic?) (I’ll bet she can’t even mess with DNA.) (Careful; she does have the purple gorillas.)

The amount of effort is becoming a frustration. Are these children that unable to handle the simplest of tasks? How difficult is it for this generation to think? (Perhaps we should be assigned a task.) (You mean… homework?) (…)

Perhaps the children could help? Though some part of my shattered morality is sickened by the thought. (It must be pretty awful, if she doesn’t want to make us do it.) (Yeah, “Perhaps the children could help me eat my way out of a jail made of chocolate.”) (Aha! My expertise in that area is unparalleled!) (A useful talent, I’m sure.)

The rampant homosexuality between the children here is -- disconcerting. I admit to being surprised. Jokingly, my brother suggested that there may be "something in the water," but I am becoming hardpressed to refute that. (But who’s left to press her against a wall if she thinks everyone is gay?) (No one would press anyone against anything if they were gay…) (Goodness. We’ve come to a misunderstanding.)

No, really. I have come to the conclusion that there is something in the water, because the percentage of homosexuality here is ridiculous. Was this Father's doing? ... could Father have truly been that unstable to bring about such a thing? (Father?) (That means – wait, her dad made the camp?) (The water, at least…) (And that means he made the camp! Or was around here, anyways.) (Aha! Or she imported it all by the bottle.) (Why are you still here?)

The experimentations have been going well, against all reason and doubt. The control groups remain difficult to secure, but the reactions continue to be positive. I believe some of the chemical research will even be finalized by December, 2005. (What happened in December 2005?) (Nothing chemical that I remember. Go ask someone.) (You ask. You were here, too.)

Brother's attempts to comfort me -- I will do him the service of not recording them and his subsequent punishment. It was not because I was worried for their sake, but for Stephan's. Without the research reaching fruition, these eight years will have been a waste. (That’s… who’s sake is it?)

I find myself wanting to drown them. Shuffling them off from this plane of existence would bring me great joy, I think. (One presumes she means the animals.) (Hey, don’t be so sure about that.)

I can't let these children die. I can't. I can't. Father, there is a way. (Was he alive for this, or is this like writing to a diary?)

It no longer makes sense to me; there is no child here that fits the description or mental instability of the killer. Was it all a lie? Am I going mad? (There are people more unstable than the guys around here? No wonder she was weirded out enough to build camp.)

***

He mentioned this facility would be created a short time from now, but that is impossible.

In short, my brother now knows that I have stockpiled enough for us to escape the country and live in America. There, I will again resume my research. (Eh? That doesn’t make any sense… If her father had something to do with the water beforehand) (Yeah, escaping to your dad’s freak lab isn’t much of an escape.)

Still, I am undeterred. My resolve is absolute -- this facility will be built, whether the government supports it or not.

The only thing left is to reconstruct the facility the murderer described, breed it to fruition, and then find the culprit. It's insane, but with the context in mind, I believe in what I must perform.

My reasons are even unknown to our investors. I realize that I should feel an amount of guilt in this, but those men deserved to be robbed blind.

The effort from our resource facilities is phenominal, but even with my subsidary businesses, this research establishment remains taxing to maintain. (And the question remains whether this research establishment is the same as the camp…)

Am I the reason? Am I the reason behind everything, and this establishment, and his death? (Yeah, idiot.)

The government wishes to close the facility down. (Counselors? She did say the government made her have them…) (Or something totally different.)

***

I really must question the logic behind the gorillas. These remnants of Father's insanity continue to harass me daily, three years after the fact. (Right, there’s more proof that her dad started this camp research crap.) (I suppose insanity runs in the family.)

The animals are a nuisance, and I find myself wondering more by the day whether it would be pertinent to release them ahead of schedule, for my own sake.

The birds have become unbearable. Gregory has suggested a roast, and despite being my resolution to become vegan, I think that I am very eager to agree. (Dreadful. I quite like them.)

If the research is ever completed, I think I will surprise myself and mourn when I will need authorize the removal of these creatures. Last night, my brother found a pair making a nest inside his shoes using sanitary supplies; thus he took it upon himself to ban tampons from the grounds. (I don’t remember that…) (You wouldn’t.)

Disgusting, loathsome -- this is not science, I cannot stress that enough. These creatures are not human and as such they will never have any impact on the health of true humanity. (She wants to… help people? “Health”?)

Brother's attempts to comfort me -- I will do him the service of not recording them and his subsequent punishment. It was not because I was worried for their sake, but for Stephan's. Without the research reaching fruition, these eight years will have been a waste. (That’s it! She wants to research! For something good…) (… you’re new.)

Apparently the undead prefer brains. It was here that Stephan finally proved himself useful, much to his chagrin. (HA.)

STEPHAN

I will never marry Charles. (Me neither.) (You’re not helping.) (But… but what’s wrong with Charles?)

We had met through my father in an attempt to sooth the the fears of his weak fellows, those who doubted my ability to run the company without the guidance of a man. I wanted to kill him. (… fathers…)

Stephan thinks perusing my journal is hilarious. I believe I may have security remove both him and his family from the manor in revenge, diary.

Stephan has taken it upon himself to woo my very soul through shoddy writing. Today, he passed this note to me during lecture:
Her eyes
HER EYES
they make me think of chicken pies
of mother-made cake
and zombie surprise (… a man after my own heart!) (It’s quite clear that he was after hers.)

Stephan has decided that it is much more simple to simply steal classic poetry and use it as a guide for his intent on me.
I love thee, as I love the calm
Of sweet, star-lighted hours!
I love thee, as I love the balm
Of early jes'mine flow'rs.
I love thee, as I love the last
Rich smile of fading day,
Which lingereth, like the look we cast,
On rapture pass'd away.
I love thee as I love the tone
Of some soft-breathing flute
Whose soul is wak'd for me alone,
When all beside is mute.

"My rocket to the moon." Stephan is insane; because I tolerate him, does that make me unstable as well? (I’d rather take a shuttle to the moon.) (Why, when you could fly me to the moon?)

Dear Diary,
I think I've fallen in love with the twit. (Uh-oh.)

I love him, I love him. I hate him, I hate him. If he quotes another terrible horror movie at me, it will be easy to reach a decision.

Will any of the officers be able to understand? I certainly don't. These feelings are ludicrous and unwelcome, diary.

It's degrading, disgusting, disconcerting, and leaves me demanding for more. Juvenile though it is, I will never grow tired of the look on his face when confronted with corderoys.

I think it will take the workers some time to remove the all traces of blood. Tonight, Stephan kissed me. (Blood?) (Whose?) (Her father’s.) (That’s – you don’t have any proof…) (He’s the only other guy who gets mentioned anywhere near as much as Stephen, and she dislikes his murdering and experiments. And that stuff about the manor later – he’d be in the manor, right?) (You’re forgetting Charles.)(If I’m forgetting him, he’s not important to kill, right?)(I’m not sure it works that way…)

He says he loves me -- he's always said that he loves me -- but more and more I find myself trusting in those words to a powerful extent. Stephan frightens me. (Me too.)

Tonight was EXHILIRATING. It was INCREDIBLE. I have lost all respect for men and the human race in general, but I LOVED EVERY MOMENT OF IT. (How romantic…) (I think we may need to have a talk about romance.)

I dreamed of destroying the empire again last night. Stephan blamed it on "too many cookies," and so I continue to think him mad. (That’s familiar…)(A business empire?) (More about dear old dad, probably.)

I have not been made a victim. Part of me appreciates Stephan's attempts to remove Charles' eyes, but it was unnecessary; Father wished for me to display my business assets, so I did. (B-but not until marriage!)

It's been three days. I've called Father, his sister... if Stephan lost the tickets, I may murder him before the others have the chance. (This is it.)

I haven't been sleeping. Finals are approaching at the university and I find myself unable to give a flying damn. Stephan is missing; do they not understand what this means? (A student?) (Stephan is only 23.)

I'm still unsure why I was able to tolerate Stephan, much less be able to consciously admit an attraction to him that went beyond school girl fantasies, not that I continued to experience such daydreams by that age. (Pst-tense. After the fact.)

Apparently the undead prefer brains. It was here that Stephan finally proved himself useful, much to his chagrin.

Brother's attempts to comfort me -- I will do him the service of not recording them and his subsequent punishment. It was not because I was worried for their sake, but for Stephan's. Without the research reaching fruition, these eight years will have been a waste.

Do I miss him? Of course I miss him. I can't -- the feeling of being alone is unbearable, these past few months.

The idea that Stephan is still alive is impossible. I saw him -- I saw the blood. I saw the remains. He is not here.
I feel so very stupid for wanting to believe otherwise. (For once, it’s probably not stupid.)

Am I the reason? Am I the reason behind everything, and this establishment, and his death?

"For thirteen years," I was told, "you drove me to madness." Whether that was the truth will haunt me for years to come. (Tragic, really.) (…)

FAMILY/BUSINESS.

I really must question the logic behind the gorillas. These remnants of Father's insanity continue to harass me daily, three years after the fact.

No, really. I have come to the conclusion that there is something in the water, because the percentage of homosexuality here is ridiculous. Was this Father's doing? ... could Father have truly been that unstable to bring about such a thing?

Father advises me to use my fairer sex as an advantage, but if the business world were that simple, Mother would not have had such a difficult time of it. (Sad, that “mother” is always in the past tense…) (Dead. Probably.)

How can he stand it? How is he able to look a man in the eye and go through with it, regardless of the amount of human emotion that he must surely see? Killing is reprehensible, Father. I cannot believe what you have become. (See?) (Of course; we’ve all read it a dozen times.)

I have not been made a victim. Part of me appreciates Stephan's attempts to remove Charles' eyes, but it was unnecessary; Father wished for me to display my business assets, so I did.

The manor is burning to the ground and I find myself unable to care. He is dead, and I think Mother would be proud.

I think it will take the workers some time to remove the all traces of blood. Tonight, Stephan kissed me. (Why did you even put those together? If it’s burning, they won’t need to get rid of blood.) (Hush, it’s thematic destruction.)

I dreamed of destroying the empire again last night. Stephan blamed it on "too many cookies," and so I continue to think him mad.

The effort from our resource facilities is phenominal, but even with my subsidary businesses, this research establishment remains taxing to maintain.

The debts are rising. I am unsure where to turn. I feel like I am losing my grasp on reality, and am dragging down the others with me. (Oh really?)

My reasons are even unknown to our investors. I realize that I should feel an amount of guilt in this, but those men deserved to be robbed blind.

Will any of the officers be able to understand? I certainly don't. These feelings are ludicrous and unwelcome, diary.

The birds have become unbearable. Gregory has suggested a roast, and despite being my resolution to become vegan, I think that I am very eager to agree.

The rampant homosexuality between the children here is -- disconcerting. I admit to being surprised. Jokingly, my brother suggested that there may be "something in the water," but I am becoming hardpressed to refute that.

If the research is ever completed, I think I will surprise myself and mourn when I will need authorize the removal of these creatures. Last night, my brother found a pair making a nest inside his shoes using sanitary supplies; thus he took it upon himself to ban tampons from the grounds.

In short, my brother now knows that I have stockpiled enough for us to escape the country and live in America. There, I will again resume my research.

Brother's attempts to comfort me -- I will do him the service of not recording them and his subsequent punishment. It was not because I was worried for their sake, but for Stephan's. Without the research reaching fruition, these eight years will have been a waste.

I will never marry Charles. (Nope, apparently you didn’t. Congrats.) (That’s not funny.)

MISC.

So, so desperately. (Concurred!)

To imply anything more without further evidence would be underhanded; I cannot allow myself to sink to such a depth. I will continue my studies until I am able to discern a more appropriate reason.

Blood was everywhere. I could not stand it. I will continue not to stand it. Death by disembowelment is only deserved by absolute fiends. (I still say that goes with the bits about Stephen…) (Or her father, or someone who he disemboweled. You can’t be sure.)

I think it will take the workers some time to remove the all traces of blood. Tonight, Stephan kissed me. (That one again?) (It fits the spirit of miscellany)

~~He begged the man to slap his ass harder and harder, begging for a release that would not come~~
Dear Diary,
My brother finds it hilarious to steal my notes and make a mockery of them. (…)(…)(…)(…)(… but why didn’t he just let the donkey go?)

~~It was so hot, the feel of the donkey beneath his~~ (See, I was right about the donkey!)

Once. It was one time, and it will never happen again. I do not believe murder is a solution. (It’s her father–) (We already know that’s your favorite theory!)

Do you believe in miracles, diary? Neither do I.

Tonight was EXHILIRATING. It was INCREDIBLE. I have lost all respect for men and the human race in general, but I LOVED EVERY MOMENT OF IT.

I have decided to hate myself. A valiable solution, I think. (Milady, you should never turn down that dark and dangerous path! It—) (Give it a rest; half the camp would agree with her.)(And, well, the other half is probably new.)

The idea that Stephan is still alive is impossible. I saw him -- I saw the blood. I saw the remains. He is not here.
I feel so very stupid for wanting to believe otherwise. (Yeah. Some mystery.)

Misc. Amusing Pictures.

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 06:43:06 GMT

Every time I look at this picture, it gets worse.

"With you always"? "Molesting you with Haros always"? "Athrun is fondling his ball always"?

PSA.

Sun, 25 Feb 2007 18:11:49 GMT

Please please please please please please please let me know if you're going to bodyswitch into a character from one of my canons (SEED, Tutu, Ouran, Star Wars). I'm not going to say "no, don't do it!" or anything, but I like having a heads-up so I can know what to expect and can be online for the switch.

Thanks! &hearts

Random Tutu Drabble.

Wed, 21 Feb 2007 04:58:15 GMT

She became human again in a flash of light, with long, flowing hair the color of a candle’s flame and pale, milky skin with a delicate smattering of warm freckles. Her eyes were wide and crystalline, deeper than the Lake of Despair but with all the joy of a summer’s day, a joy that was echoed in the energy of her tiny frame, ready for anything, ready to live brilliantly, vivaciously. And her name was--

“Fakir,” said Ahiru, “why does it say my name is ‘Mary Sue’?”

Fakir blushed and threw the draft into furnace. “Let’s try that again.”

EDIT now with supraize tutu drabble meme.

Wed, 21 Feb 2007 01:28:56 GMT

I think someone forgot that there are girls in this series when they designed the cover for the SEED Club animation.

In other news, Yzak looks very hungry.

Voice Post

Sun, 18 Feb 2007 03:50:13 GMT

Voice Post

Sun, 18 Feb 2007 03:42:10 GMT

Voice Post

Sun, 18 Feb 2007 03:34:19 GMT

Fri, 26 Jan 2007 03:43:38 GMT

This is, I suppose, old silliness. However, I can't help but bring it back to life now that MiniTokyo has slapped up a nice scan.

Gundam SEED Destiny Cell-DX: Yes, Virginia, There Is A Crab Taking Off Cagalli's Bikini.

Linking because, inevitably, I'll want to show this to someone and point and laugh and cry.

If you could switch crew places for a day. by Cagalli Athha
Name:
Who will you switch with?:	Raww La Klueze
What will you be?:	An Evil Bastard
For how long?:	3 weeks