It's time for the final round, kids! Here goes everything that might possibly involve sex or gay or panties!

*goes off and sets up two little baby corrals, and labels one "Fine Print" and the other "Whining"*

Fine Print: While I'm still makin' entries, don't take any of this stuff and, like, say you drew it. I'll be really sad. I don't care if you keep it or draw something inspired from it, just don't say it isn't mine.

Whining: ...I've already been out in the real world too long if I'm having little paranoid thoughts about someone flipping out and stealing my stuff to show how I actually have no right to draw gay smut with someone else's characters. I'm so sad. *sniffles*

...Okay, I just remembered I forgot to draw the Truly Unforgivable Roy I kept stressing about, but he's going to have to wait because I'm already on a roll. :P

Cut because I do get kinda long-winded about my smut )

...well, I'm done, and I'm so tired I think I'm going to fall over and die. Good night, and have fun. =_=
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( Feb. 1st, 2004 02:08 pm)
*sits down with a sundae the size of a yacht* OKAY. I got my sundae, I got my pictures up, Hagaren 17 is at 29%, and I get to sit around and watch the Superbowl today (tight ends, heehee). I think I'll start working on that fortune-telling translations a little, too.

EDII: I finished the fate number 1 page of the fortune-telling. I think I'm going to have to translate a little of the explanation, too.

Oh, and...my Plannin...I made a little thing of her out of clay in art class years and years ago...I worked my ass off on it and looks really nice (stands on its own, too!). Well, it did, until the cleaning lady, the fucking cleaning lady, broke it while she was cleaning out house a year or two ago. Excuse me while I lapse into snottiness, but maybe only an ARTISTE can understand what it feels like to see something they spun out of their own heart get beaten up. It also didn't help that it was representative of my artistic tendencies and the last time I was kind of happy in high school. >_> I forgot about it, but we kept the pieces...mom glued it back together. Well, there's still a piece of the wing missing, and one of the hands is messed up, but...I was really happy...

...and then it made me think of Ed...

Robin: *holding out Plannin* FIIIXX ITTTT WAH

Ed: あっちいっけ。

Robin: 酷っっ!!!

Hagaren 17! )

EDIT: I found out that they started selling popsicles in 1923. So Ed is 18 in that picture. ...XDD Hagaren takes place around 1920 or so, right? (Or is it 1918? 1919?) It kind of tickles me how it's just like our world only with alchemy and automail (they even talk about "the war" a lot, too...WWI! OMG! XDDD). ...I don't even want think about penicillin, or what Winry's going to do when it's being used enough to prevent all the amputations...or how she manages WITHOUT IT. (Jebus!)

I keep getting this mental picture of Ed grinning like an idiot from an old yellowed photo...じぃーーーーんと来る! XD
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( Feb. 1st, 2004 11:08 pm)
The Patriots won, and ravenwoodiii wrote this. Because of what *I* drew. Wrote. Whatever. (And I like the fic, too. Oh, GOLLY do I like it. XD)

God. Been a fun night, yes, it has.

EDIT: Other funny things in Hagaren 17: "I think I'll go chop enough wood to last until next year..." And Ed practically about to confess his undying love for Al...

In that same scene, actually...I hadn't thought at all if they were going to touch on that. I can't wait to see how it turns out (seeing as I haven't seen it in the manga, either =_=).
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