Okay, it's been a while. But now, finally, I have a post. What's more... it's an icon post.
Twenty assorted icons for Star Wars, Star Trek, Lord of the Rings, Underworld, Discworld and more beneath the cut.
Icon thirteen inspired by cassie5squared's idea of making that quote into an icon.
Icons five, six and seven... guil_solo, agent_tomato your fandoms and interests led to these as presents. :D
Feel free to take these, but please credit me if used. :)

Sample:


( Icons within )

I wound up writing, at last, a fic that paired my two Agents together. It's... rather creepy. About the only thing I can say about them is that this level of creepiness was necessary, and the only way to pair them outside of noncon.

Title: Through Passion I Gain Strength
Genre: Darkfic/shipping
Pair: Cavan/Rilwen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Star Wars, the origin of my Agents, belongs to George Lucas, the PPC started with Jay and Acacia, and the rest is mine.
Notes: AU- this never has happened in PPC Canon. Nor will it. Obligatory extra statement - these are Sith. They are messed up in the head. They goad and pressure each other as a matter of course. I do not endorse this, and would advise those who think this is a healthy relationship in this fic to get help.

( Sith are creatures of passion... )

Hmm. So when I woke up this morning, my brain attempted, in the space between 'still asleep' and 'have to get up', to entertain me by composing dirty limericks. WTF, brain?

...No, you can't see them. They didn't work very well, and I've since forgotten them.

Well, okay, in consolation, something else from my weird brain. When I was told of a certain limerick that ST: TNG's Data attempted to recite but was interrupted, I found myself thinking up what the rest of it. Bit he said in bold, the rest's mine. Male POV.

There was a young lady from Venus,
whose body was shaped like a penis
Until she got us bare
She wasn't aware
But knew it as fact once she'd seen us.

Yeah, yeah, but I was kinda sleep-deprived when I thought it up.


Oh, and cool thing: finding emerald green medieval dress with velvet bodice in a shop. Princess dress. Fits me like it was made for me. I have nowhere to wear it specifically and it's kind of expensive, but I don't care. I saw it and pretty much fell in love with it, I'm still sort of bubbly over finding it. I'm paying for it bit by bit, because I intend to own that. It's gorgeous and it suits me and whee, I think this is what that 'retail therapy' idea is supposed to feel like. Normally I hate shopping. Normally I buy clothes only when I must. But this one just clicked and now I'm all happy.

It's a novel sensation to associate with clothing.

So I was reading a news article online that discussed, quite thoughtfully, the childfree lifestyle, and how childfree folk tend to be happier than some would think.
There was a veritable explosion of comments. Some of them opted to be truly obnoxious about it.
In 'The Case Against Having Kids', various reasons were given.
Some of the commenters disregarded these reasons entirely. They chose to interpret it as 'The Case Against Kids', and a personal affront to them.

( In which a Rilwen rants a bit )

Okay. I reluctantly tolerate the banner ads etc all over my internet browsing. (Before you give me 'helpful' advice, no, I'm not switching browsers, yes this applies also to, say, the Uni computers that I cannot switch things on, and yes, this is a rant, so it's far more to vent than to go looking for advice.)

Thing is, one of them keeps following me. What, did these people really splurge it up in advertising recently?
The one I'm talking about? Evony. Some supposed fantasy game. ( moar rant(language warning) )

Was feeling a bit sick, Mum said I should eat something. Made a sandwich. For the record, slightly bitter apple slices and strawberry jam go very badly with each other, I have discovered.
And then I wanted to wash the taste away. Orange juice was a bad idea. It merely combined the taste in my mouth, making it even worse.
And then I was still feeling sick, so took a ginger tablet, herbal remedies and all that natural fun. It dissolved in the mouthful of water, so I was forced to taste that, too. Ick.
And THEN I had to brush my teeth. Adding mint to this fascinating combination of flavours.

Today has been a veritable taste sensation.
I don't want to try it again.

Got back earlier from a local theatre production. The play they put on? Hamlet.
It was very interesting, the actors were good.
Hamlet was rather funny in his mannerisms, taking clear and sadistic joy in weirding out Polonius.
Ophelia looked a bit like what you'd get if River Tam put a bit more weight on, and she had a good singing voice.
The most amusing bit, however, was noting that Hamlet seemed to have more chemistry with Horatio than with Ophelia. Seriously, those two oooozed subtext. It was awesome.
Horatio looked like he could be Nathan Fillion's brother.
Osric was so incredibly camp, and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern were oily and appropriately courtier-ish.
Claudius was alternately anguished and manipulative, and Laertes seethed with righteous rage.
Good performances, good interpretation, I'm glad it was chosen for our Uni class for Writing for Performance to go see- we needed to have some performance's staging, acting, etc to talk about in our discussions on the topic.

Okay, was doing a Writing For Performance class today for Uni, we did a writing exercise. We were told to do a scene where two people are working at the same task, one in charge of the other, the second making mistakes, asking questions etc, and there to be conflict between them.
The first thing to jump into my head sorta worries me a little. I... don't even know. But I wrote it anyway, and I might as well share it. Figured it might amuse some people. (Am on Uni computer, waiting to get the phone call saying my mum's arrived with the car.)

( Teh Weird lies beneath )

Got the buggers!

There were a couple of large flies in my room. They exasperated me. I'm not so good at direct kills on account of the ick factor. But I was getting really, really annoyed.

So I brought in the vacuum cleaner, extended its wand, removed the attachment on the end...

...and hunted the bastards down in midair. Settling anywhere became death for them. Overkill? What's that? It got rid of them, in a satisfying balance between remoteness and directness. Truth be told, if I didn't have so much stuff in my room that I'd rather keep, I'd want a flamethrower.

Because it worked, and they are gone.

They shall trouble me no more, and if any others turn up, they'll meet the same fate.

I am death. I am genocide. I am... The Cleaner, doom upon insects! MUHAHAHAHA!


*ahem*
Move along, nothing to see here...

A PPC Interlude featuring my new Agent, who was first seen here. This serves almost as a sequel to that mission, I guess.
Disclaimer: The PPC belongs to Jay and Acacia, Star Wars, origin of the Imperial Knights, belongs to George Lucas, Pemne and the RPG in which he originated belong to Sinrebirth, our GM, and Basilico Andretti and Rischio belong to KGarrett, who co-wrote the section of this interlude that features them.
Thanks to tea_fiend for betaing.

( 'Are you Vander? Because if you are, I’m your new partner' )

And here’s my chance to bring in something new to the PPC.
Disclaimer: The PPC is the creation of Jay and Acacia, Van Helsing belongs to Stephen Sommers and Universal Pictures, and Star Wars, the origin of my Imperial Knight, belongs, as always, to George Lucas. ‘Moon’s Daughter’ and Nicole Johnson belong to Artemis_Diana_Lupina, who is entirely welcome to keep them.
Thanks to tea_fiend for betaing.

( Van Helsing Werewolves Do Not Work That Way )

This is a rant. It will be angry. It will be heated. It will be written rapidly just to get this out so I can vent what I feel right now. With that warning in place, let's press on!

Right now?
I really, really detest my father. He's an ignorant, closed-minded, patronising piece of crap. Oh yes, how could I possibly know what I'm talking about, for he is the All Knowing Adult.

( Rant. More swearing ahoy. )

And in more news, David Carradine, who I'll admit I mainly knew from his awesome as Bill in Kill Bill, is also dead.

RIP... :(

Seriously, this seems not a great time for anybody.

So, I only found this out after seeing it in a friend's msn notes. One of my fave authors, David Eddings, has died.
I've loved his books for much of my life. His stuff influenced my notions of how good fantasy literature could be. His stuff is funny and exciting, and while it used the archetypes, it used them well. His locations felt real, he researched his details, and all of his characters were people even beyond their archetypes. They actually interacted as though they liked each other, not just as though they were carrying out set roles. His books were always a good read.

RIP, David. All of your fans will miss you. ):

A list of personal news from yestreday and today. The big stuff is nearer the bottom. If you wanna reply, don't feel it just has to be on the big one, because I can still answer about the other things.
( news )

I am bored. Witness my mockery of some of Freud's dumber ideas. Sure, he may have advanced psychology... but there is always room to mock. After all, some of the things he came up with were just plain bizarre, and he used his own experiences to declare that his mindset was normal and clearly could be applied to everybody else, then went looking for things he could twist into proving it.
So, here we go. Lolspeech and swearing ahoy. Please to be remembering I write this just for the fun of it. Please fasten seatbelts and strap down your hats. You are entering...

The Freud Zone.

( Lolspeech and bad language within )

Ok, this one is some backstory in fic form for my Zeltron Sith, Cavan Shenn. Set before the RPG he originates in.

Title: Betrayals
Genre: drama
Characters: No canon characters. This is OC stuff.
Era: Not too long before the Legacy comics.
Rating: PG-13, maybe a little higher.
Summary: In Sith dealings, there are always betrayals. Who betrays whom can vary, however...
Disclaimer: SW belongs to Lucas, the RP in which this character came into being was created by Sinrebirth, but the characters within this are mine.
Reviews and comments welcomed.

( Betrayals )

Meme comes back around, I do it again. Pre-emptive disclaimer: Our iTunes got all messed up, and my efforts to restore songs to my iPod have left a lot of extra songs on it that were caught up in being copied to playlist. I only just got rid of the doubled songs, haven't yet filtered out the others. So, anyway...

Taken from dagor_hamster

1. Open your music library (iTunes, Media Player, MP3 player, etc.)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For the first question, type the song that’s playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button TWICE
6. Don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool... just type it in!
( Meme )

So yes, my frequent character in SW tends to be a redhead. But it's a common trend in Star Wars. It seems almost every redhead there is destined for something important, or at the very least to score some lines/attention/backstory.
( List under cut )