I don't know how I neglected to post this to my LJ when I first did it. Megatron/Starscream, probably not as clear what's going on as I'd have wanted, but whatever. I like the way Starscream turned out, obvious problems notwithstanding, better than how I drew Megatron.



( starscream loves it )

More Rorschach/Nite Owl art. (1) The sketch from my last art post shaded in black and white, (2) new pencil sketch, (3) colored, (4) black and white. NSFW-ish?



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Nite Owl/Rorschach fanart. Obviously I've been on /coq/ too much.

ETA: reported on Y!Gallery almost immediately.



( NSFW )

So apparently today is Alec Guinness' birthday. I went to IMDB just now, and there's a little thing in the sidebar about it, with birth and death years. I totally just looked at it without reading the caption or looking carefully at the dates, only noticed that there was a year of death listed that started with a 2, and went:

"Oh noooo, Alec Guinness DIED?"

(...yeah, in 2000, no less, which I knew)

/stupid.

Sounds about right, though I don't see how rating myself as attractive, pretty-faced, and thin translates to "feels undesirable," or how anti-authoritarianism and conflict-seeking behavior make me "submissive." And I love how my "trait snapshot" contradicts itself.




Stability results were moderately high which suggests you are relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.

Orderliness results were low which suggests you are overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense too often of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.

Extraversion results were low which suggests you are very reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive.

trait snapshot:
introverted, secretive, messy, depressed, does not like leadership, somewhat nihilistic, observer, does not make friends easily, unassertive, feels invisible, feels undesirable, hates large parties, does not like to stand out, leisurely, suspicious, submissive, abstract, unpredictable, intellectual, likes rain, likes the unknown, negative, weird, not a risk taker, unadventurous, avoidant, strange

So, a friend and I went to see Watchmen last night. ( this story ends with me breaking into my place through a window )

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I'm too busy writing two papers and pretending to write a third to write fanfic, so I'm stealing a meme from jill_dragon: Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want). No context/explanations.

I've mentioned before that I have an appalling number of unfinished fanfics. Here is the proof (not exhaustive). Hints: 4 and 5, 14 and 15, and 16-19 are from the same (different) fandoms.

1. Warren was a blur of colors and shapes. Skin and hair and all the things that made him.

2. "Palos,” he’d said, and nodded toward the horses.

3. He could not bring himself to believe that this demon served Talpa.

4. Wendy dangled her legs over the tree branch, staring into the distance, listening to the cicadas' drone while the leaves wilted in the heat of the afternoon.

5. An eye here, a mouth there. Seven years’ bad luck. Most hateful.

6. The Founder now appeared as an indistinguishable copy of Dukat.

7. Below them, a clean-up crew cleared away the wreckage of the crashed pods and mangled pit droids in preparation for the next event.

8. And Astinos is waiting for him, all pouting lips and smooth, dark skin.

9. “He’s skinny.” The boy huddled in his chains, staring at them with glazed, vacant eyes. Drugged, Argos realized, and sneered.

10. And with him was the bitch herself, Jeanne La Pucelle, with her hair shorn like a Norman soldier.

11. She half-wished someone would stumble across them: Harry or Ron, maybe. Or Neville. Just to see their faces.

12. Dragging his broken body back to the last remaining space pod, nearly weeping with pain, he regretted Nappa.

13. "Look at him, Henry, tied up and asking for it. All that lofty talk of his, and he’s nothing but a slave to the Empire, eh?"

14. They were wailing for them, outside and across the plain. Piling up the driftwood biers.

15. She rose from the surf to gaze at him with eyes as old as the mountains, as deep as the sea.

16. "Look at it, Soundwave. Cybertron is ours."

17. "Weird." His hand was pressed against Thundercracker's canopy glass, and the length of Thundercracker's body was flush against his, bracing him up against the wall.

18. Switching to passive scanners, Skyfire coasted around for another run, careful to keep the sound of his engines to a minimum.

19. He was hanging onto one of the Seeker's legs, face resting in the crook of his knee.

from a transformers fic on fanfiction.net:

"genital fingers"

I'm torn between wrong! and that might actually work in this fandom.

Title: Cut Your Finger
Pairing: Hound/Mirage
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, sticky, oral, crime scene

Teaser/Summary: "Mirage looked through dimmed-to-indigo optics as Hound wiped a smear of oil from his chin, grinning, and licked it off his hand."

Notes: Total crack. A while back, someone posted a prompt involving Transformers "leaking energon fluid, like a period" at tf_bunny_farm (it's the second prompt on that list). Cars need oil changes, what, every three months or three thousand miles, right? So working from the idea that Transformers do too, I wrote "crime scene" PWP. Word count ~ 1650.

( cut your finger )