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Posted 16 years agoThis next dream I had was so awesome, and since I can remember a bunch of the stuff from it, I'll try to be detailed as possible.
It starts when I come to in an unlit giant shopping mall; everyone inside has candles and flashlight/lantern deals (the kind that turn into lanterns when you twist it) lighting the way around the whole area. I'm told that the whole place has been locked down for years because of some kind of freak accident with program materialization turned monsters from an alternate reality game into real physical monsters.
Didn't really believe them, so I check my phone after they leave: It's freakin' huge. Still a cell phone, but like, twice the thickness, lined with orange-red plastic, and a large red button on either side of the hinge. I look through the settings, and I see "Nursery." No idea what it is, I click it, and I get a view of the area from the phonecam... but overlaid on it, is a magic circle with this kind of polygonic black and red dragon-ish thing.
I check sub-settings, and note one of them is "Transfer." I inadvertantly push it, and the screen shifts to a flashing size-changing circle. It starts beeping in quick, triplicate bursts, and I look around with the thing. It focuses on a pure black square at my feet, and the square starts glowing this kind of flashy blue lines over white on the screen, like the action lines when you pick a boss in one of the Mega Man sequels. Then the phone gets outlined with halation, so I turn my focus below it... just in time to see the polygonic creature crawl out of the hole that was there.
Unfortunately, I hear a loud screaming of someone calling out "SOMEONE LET IN A CELLITE!" And there's this huge panic. I think it's me, so I pick up the little red and black dragon and haul ass in the other direction. That's when I hear a loud screech. I look at my dragon thing, and he's shivering like crazy. It was when I found out that they weren't talking about my Cellite (I think it's what the monsters are called), but someone else's.
I run the opposite direction of everyone else (since I figured that only Cellites can beat other Cellites), and find this giant moth-like thing throwing giant dust spores at people, a guy underneath laughing maniacally as a black body tattoo resembling circuitry starts glowing. Can't remember if he said anything, before he noticed me, but when he did, he pointed at me, screaming something in a shriek, and the moth dives at me, ready to take my head. The dragon in my hands starts glowing, and the moth bounces off some kind of infrared shield around me. The Dragon struggles out of my hands, and grows thrice its size, enough to stand on its hind legs, which contort and pop into place as humanish legs, and he turns to me and nods, dashing at the moth.
They start fighting, but I'm too into looking through the damn phone's settings to notice much (sorry ;-;), and I find one that says, "Cell Boost." When i look up again to find him, they were gone, and I heard them fighting in the nearby theater. I jump in, with some wierd movie playing, and aim the cell camera at my Cellite, and press both buttons. He gets outlined on my phone, the outlines filled with blue, and then he himself actually starts glowing blue, ripping the moth in two, turning it into flecks of solid binary. The man with the circuit tattoos screams in pain, and the tattoos turn red, smoking wildly before he catches on fire and dies. I fall to my knees as the dragon, that I once held in my hands, kneels to face me and... bows to me. He aims the cell, still in my hand, at himself, and in a flash, he's gone.
That's when I wake up.
It starts when I come to in an unlit giant shopping mall; everyone inside has candles and flashlight/lantern deals (the kind that turn into lanterns when you twist it) lighting the way around the whole area. I'm told that the whole place has been locked down for years because of some kind of freak accident with program materialization turned monsters from an alternate reality game into real physical monsters.
Didn't really believe them, so I check my phone after they leave: It's freakin' huge. Still a cell phone, but like, twice the thickness, lined with orange-red plastic, and a large red button on either side of the hinge. I look through the settings, and I see "Nursery." No idea what it is, I click it, and I get a view of the area from the phonecam... but overlaid on it, is a magic circle with this kind of polygonic black and red dragon-ish thing.
I check sub-settings, and note one of them is "Transfer." I inadvertantly push it, and the screen shifts to a flashing size-changing circle. It starts beeping in quick, triplicate bursts, and I look around with the thing. It focuses on a pure black square at my feet, and the square starts glowing this kind of flashy blue lines over white on the screen, like the action lines when you pick a boss in one of the Mega Man sequels. Then the phone gets outlined with halation, so I turn my focus below it... just in time to see the polygonic creature crawl out of the hole that was there.
Unfortunately, I hear a loud screaming of someone calling out "SOMEONE LET IN A CELLITE!" And there's this huge panic. I think it's me, so I pick up the little red and black dragon and haul ass in the other direction. That's when I hear a loud screech. I look at my dragon thing, and he's shivering like crazy. It was when I found out that they weren't talking about my Cellite (I think it's what the monsters are called), but someone else's.
I run the opposite direction of everyone else (since I figured that only Cellites can beat other Cellites), and find this giant moth-like thing throwing giant dust spores at people, a guy underneath laughing maniacally as a black body tattoo resembling circuitry starts glowing. Can't remember if he said anything, before he noticed me, but when he did, he pointed at me, screaming something in a shriek, and the moth dives at me, ready to take my head. The dragon in my hands starts glowing, and the moth bounces off some kind of infrared shield around me. The Dragon struggles out of my hands, and grows thrice its size, enough to stand on its hind legs, which contort and pop into place as humanish legs, and he turns to me and nods, dashing at the moth.
They start fighting, but I'm too into looking through the damn phone's settings to notice much (sorry ;-;), and I find one that says, "Cell Boost." When i look up again to find him, they were gone, and I heard them fighting in the nearby theater. I jump in, with some wierd movie playing, and aim the cell camera at my Cellite, and press both buttons. He gets outlined on my phone, the outlines filled with blue, and then he himself actually starts glowing blue, ripping the moth in two, turning it into flecks of solid binary. The man with the circuit tattoos screams in pain, and the tattoos turn red, smoking wildly before he catches on fire and dies. I fall to my knees as the dragon, that I once held in my hands, kneels to face me and... bows to me. He aims the cell, still in my hand, at himself, and in a flash, he's gone.
That's when I wake up.
THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER
Posted 16 years ago
Edit: NEW BEST THING EVER:
Holy crap, awesome dream!
Posted 16 years agoI had the sweetest dream a few minutes ago, and I'm writing it down to remember it. Here we go!
So, it starts out in a local mall's bookstore, and I'm looking around the far back of the manga section. I find a pair of books, bound together. One black, and one white; no bar codes, no title logos, or anything to hunt that's inside. They were bound together by some kind of wierd string so I couldn't see what was inside.
So I bring it up to the cashier, and he tells me, "Boy, you ever hear the legend of Mangatoh Ryu? In ancient Japan, he was an unknown wallscroll artist and practiced swordsman, with the power to bring drawings to life... He lived to be over 350 years old, right up to the time when early manga was being created. His final work was sealing his inks and paper in two books."
I didn't really give a crap, cause I'm a manga addict, so I buy them any way, and the cashier sighs dejectedly, letting me purchase them, and go on my way. When I step outside and unravel the long string binding the books to each other, both the string and the books start to glow. The string wraps around my waist like some kind of belt with holsters...
..and the books become cases for ink and paper. From out of nowhere, I get a calligraphy pen, carved with the Japanese phrase, "The heart refected on paper" in the handle.
I think, sweet, so I whip out a piece of paper, and draw the first thing that comes to mind: a monster. Nothing happens... at first. I hear a scream from nearby, turn the corner, and find a very different monster that what I drew causing hell at the nearby food court. A girl is about to get killed, and I act the stupid hero, getting a little cut up in the process.
The moment my blood hits the drawing I made, inky tendrils fire out splattering the ceiling, and slip down to the ground, screaming out in a battle cry. Granted, mine was only made in black ink, so it paled in comparison to the other one, clad in dark blue-gray armor and viscious claws, but they fought anyway.
My monster barely won, and I got even more cut up in the process. Before I could understand what was going on, a group of suited Japanese business men ask for the two books. I confuse their request for asking if I'm from Japan (ni hon), so I say no, and they start attacking me!
I think to myself that I could kick their asses if I had a badass sword like from Bleach, and for no damn reason, a nearby kid's copy of Bleach rips apart, and the pages swarm around the brush, turning into a sword made of paper. I freak out a bit, ranting about the writer of Read or Die getting pissed before I'm dragged by the sword to beat the crap out of the three business men.
Just then, the ink itself from the ink case and from my monster, all slip into one giant mass, forming into a detailed rendition of an old man with a brush for a walking stick. He tells me, "Your power is weak for now, but to go as far as reaching level two from instinct... interesting."
I get confused at this, so he seems to start explaining it. "At level one, drawings you create come to be, such as the creature you made. At level two, aspects of drawings by other artists come to be, such as the Mangatoh, the Comic Blade. Remember this well, as it is crucial to your survival as a Mangakyu. I will tell of the others as you ready for their power, but no later." Then he disappears, and I wake up.
It's not really furry, but I thought it was pretty awesome...
So, it starts out in a local mall's bookstore, and I'm looking around the far back of the manga section. I find a pair of books, bound together. One black, and one white; no bar codes, no title logos, or anything to hunt that's inside. They were bound together by some kind of wierd string so I couldn't see what was inside.
So I bring it up to the cashier, and he tells me, "Boy, you ever hear the legend of Mangatoh Ryu? In ancient Japan, he was an unknown wallscroll artist and practiced swordsman, with the power to bring drawings to life... He lived to be over 350 years old, right up to the time when early manga was being created. His final work was sealing his inks and paper in two books."
I didn't really give a crap, cause I'm a manga addict, so I buy them any way, and the cashier sighs dejectedly, letting me purchase them, and go on my way. When I step outside and unravel the long string binding the books to each other, both the string and the books start to glow. The string wraps around my waist like some kind of belt with holsters...
..and the books become cases for ink and paper. From out of nowhere, I get a calligraphy pen, carved with the Japanese phrase, "The heart refected on paper" in the handle.
I think, sweet, so I whip out a piece of paper, and draw the first thing that comes to mind: a monster. Nothing happens... at first. I hear a scream from nearby, turn the corner, and find a very different monster that what I drew causing hell at the nearby food court. A girl is about to get killed, and I act the stupid hero, getting a little cut up in the process.
The moment my blood hits the drawing I made, inky tendrils fire out splattering the ceiling, and slip down to the ground, screaming out in a battle cry. Granted, mine was only made in black ink, so it paled in comparison to the other one, clad in dark blue-gray armor and viscious claws, but they fought anyway.
My monster barely won, and I got even more cut up in the process. Before I could understand what was going on, a group of suited Japanese business men ask for the two books. I confuse their request for asking if I'm from Japan (ni hon), so I say no, and they start attacking me!
I think to myself that I could kick their asses if I had a badass sword like from Bleach, and for no damn reason, a nearby kid's copy of Bleach rips apart, and the pages swarm around the brush, turning into a sword made of paper. I freak out a bit, ranting about the writer of Read or Die getting pissed before I'm dragged by the sword to beat the crap out of the three business men.
Just then, the ink itself from the ink case and from my monster, all slip into one giant mass, forming into a detailed rendition of an old man with a brush for a walking stick. He tells me, "Your power is weak for now, but to go as far as reaching level two from instinct... interesting."
I get confused at this, so he seems to start explaining it. "At level one, drawings you create come to be, such as the creature you made. At level two, aspects of drawings by other artists come to be, such as the Mangatoh, the Comic Blade. Remember this well, as it is crucial to your survival as a Mangakyu. I will tell of the others as you ready for their power, but no later." Then he disappears, and I wake up.
It's not really furry, but I thought it was pretty awesome...
Not-so-hurrah... x.x; (Also, Singing Telegram Commissions?)
Posted 16 years agoSo... found out my 67 Skylark has a huge gas leak in the tank... whee x.x; Not sure what that means? It means change of plans for the fursuit thing; tapped out of funds now, AND odds are I'll need more if it'll be as expensive as I think it will be.
So, to raise some money, I'm taking commissions to sing the birthday song, or anything else you like (within reason) to anyone you like, for just a dollar.
Yes. A Dollar. It's not visual art, so I don't think I can charge 5 for it. Just feel free to pay me more if you're satisfied, and want to, I guess... but I'd really need the money x.x; So note me, if you're interested.
So, to raise some money, I'm taking commissions to sing the birthday song, or anything else you like (within reason) to anyone you like, for just a dollar.
Yes. A Dollar. It's not visual art, so I don't think I can charge 5 for it. Just feel free to pay me more if you're satisfied, and want to, I guess... but I'd really need the money x.x; So note me, if you're interested.
HURRAH... sort of >.>;
Posted 16 years agoWell, good news is that I got the fursuits today. Bad news is that the one of my fursona doesn't look quite the way I expected. Bright side is that all I'll need is just a new head for it... the one that came with it is kinda odd. I'll try to get some pictures up for ya'll of the other fursuit, though. Definitely not posting the fursona fursuit pics until it looks just right. I wanna do the reference sheet justice, cause 
kittydee is awesome. Commission her, already! ^^
kittydee is awesome. Commission her, already! ^^Video Game-Themed Ballet? Two great things COMBINED?!
Posted 16 years agohttp://www.russiatoday.com/Art_and_.....allerina_.html When you read this, you will... well maybe not shit bricks, but get a chuckle out of it.
First Journal After Flight
Posted 16 years agoI RETURN! I may or may not post an adorable hyooman ballet CD picture later, if replies request such.
So far, it was uneventful, aside from the heavy baggage (my fault), lack of wheels on carry-on (My fault), slight fear of flying (my fault), and so on. But I did get to eat at Popeye's. Good chicken.
So anyways, I'll be taking care of my folk's home for the next couple weeks, and what a coincedence, the costumes I got will be sent to that SAME address!
watrdoddz
...yep, wat-r-d-oddz. I hereby make that phrase the replacement for "What are the odds?" much similarly to orly and yhalothar. SPREAD THE WORD
So far, it was uneventful, aside from the heavy baggage (my fault), lack of wheels on carry-on (My fault), slight fear of flying (my fault), and so on. But I did get to eat at Popeye's. Good chicken.
So anyways, I'll be taking care of my folk's home for the next couple weeks, and what a coincedence, the costumes I got will be sent to that SAME address!
watrdoddz
...yep, wat-r-d-oddz. I hereby make that phrase the replacement for "What are the odds?" much similarly to orly and yhalothar. SPREAD THE WORD
Last Journal Before the Flight
Posted 16 years agoWell, it's 6:23 in the morning, and I'm a good hour and a half early for entering the plane, let alone taking off. Figure I'll leave a message to all that I should be back in a few hours, hopefully. Should be easy to pass the time; I gots my psp and DS, whee. Also, total excited to go home ^>^
See ya soon!
See ya soon!
MISSION COMPLETED: FURSUIT GET!
Posted 16 years agoThat's right: I finally got a fursuit! Because it was less than I thought, since I bought it for a bit less elsewhere, I got two. If you guess the second one, then might be a prize involed... or not, you'll never know. Also, Finished up my next-to-last work day at WDW, and next one starts in about 14.5 hours. THen thursday morning, I'll be Iowa-bound, and come two to four weeks, I'll have them 'suits!
FURSUITS!
DAMN, I'm a nerd!
FURSUITS!
DAMN, I'm a nerd!
MAYBE gonna try to get an apartment
Posted 16 years agoIn case you couldn't guess, I'm going to try to maybe get a job or two and move into an apartment when I get back to Iowa. I've pondered asking folks from FA if they wanted to join me...
...but then I remember that I'm horribly timid in these kinds of situations, and I'm not really looking to get a room with folks from FA just to have a group to have sex with. So I'm considering making an application for folks that are interested. This Journal is pretty much going to be a draft of the app, so here I go...
So you don't feel embarrassed or anything, I'll fill it out myself as an example. But I'll be putting in one lie about myself; maybe you'll get a prize if you guess it, maybe not. >> << >>
Note: REAL info, please; no 'fursona' information unless noted under the specific area.
Name and Last Initial: Jordan H.
Age: 23
Orientation: Asexual (not really interested in sex unless it fits specifically into my personal fetishes, and even then, it takes a lot)
Weight: 142-145 pounds
Favorite Foods: Pizza, Steak, Japanese,
Favorite Game Systems: If it has at least four games I want to play on it, it's my favorite.
Home Location (Applies more if you'd need to move to Iowa): Norwalk, Iowa
Personal Quirks (not necessary unless you think it would interfere with the personal space of others; use common sense, too.): I like crossdressing as a ballet dancer on occasion.
Pet Peeves: When people play stupidly loud music with no consideration of others that may not like that kind of music.
Brief Bio (Tell me about yourself; not just about your fursona, about YOU. In the rare chance you actually have a fursuit, here's that place to mention it): I'm getting close to getting a fursuit of my fursona: a blue, ballerina dragon futanari. In the event I'm in costume, I'd make sure to keep properly covered, or to not dress up in the costume at all, if my roommates aren't comfortable with it. Also contemplating getting a Baby Bop fursuit, for the heck of it.
...but then I remember that I'm horribly timid in these kinds of situations, and I'm not really looking to get a room with folks from FA just to have a group to have sex with. So I'm considering making an application for folks that are interested. This Journal is pretty much going to be a draft of the app, so here I go...
So you don't feel embarrassed or anything, I'll fill it out myself as an example. But I'll be putting in one lie about myself; maybe you'll get a prize if you guess it, maybe not. >> << >>
Note: REAL info, please; no 'fursona' information unless noted under the specific area.
Name and Last Initial: Jordan H.
Age: 23
Orientation: Asexual (not really interested in sex unless it fits specifically into my personal fetishes, and even then, it takes a lot)
Weight: 142-145 pounds
Favorite Foods: Pizza, Steak, Japanese,
Favorite Game Systems: If it has at least four games I want to play on it, it's my favorite.
Home Location (Applies more if you'd need to move to Iowa): Norwalk, Iowa
Personal Quirks (not necessary unless you think it would interfere with the personal space of others; use common sense, too.): I like crossdressing as a ballet dancer on occasion.
Pet Peeves: When people play stupidly loud music with no consideration of others that may not like that kind of music.
Brief Bio (Tell me about yourself; not just about your fursona, about YOU. In the rare chance you actually have a fursuit, here's that place to mention it): I'm getting close to getting a fursuit of my fursona: a blue, ballerina dragon futanari. In the event I'm in costume, I'd make sure to keep properly covered, or to not dress up in the costume at all, if my roommates aren't comfortable with it. Also contemplating getting a Baby Bop fursuit, for the heck of it.
Open Apology
Posted 16 years agoSo, for those that are only just now reading my journals, when I write them, here's the story:
A while back, I wrote my opinion on how the Furry fandom could be defined. It was an idea I had, based on what I've seen in the past, and it seems that I inadvertently offended a friend of mine as a result. To make matters worse, due to the internship and other life-related things, I've been unable to find the time to try to sort it out with him.
So here: I apologize for offending you. I will down the journal entry in the near future, and I will do my best to try to communicate with you more often. I honestly don't expect forgiveness, since I (admittedly and in hindsight) acted like a jerk to you regarding the matter. The truth of the matter is, it was partially intended as a practical joke, and partially written while I was half-asleep, so I don't even remember writing much of my responses.
...and on a side note, I do NOT approve of the way one of my 'associates' (as you put him) harasses you. I've asked him to at the least try to tone it down, but because he's literally states away, I can't really control everything he does on FA.
A while back, I wrote my opinion on how the Furry fandom could be defined. It was an idea I had, based on what I've seen in the past, and it seems that I inadvertently offended a friend of mine as a result. To make matters worse, due to the internship and other life-related things, I've been unable to find the time to try to sort it out with him.
So here: I apologize for offending you. I will down the journal entry in the near future, and I will do my best to try to communicate with you more often. I honestly don't expect forgiveness, since I (admittedly and in hindsight) acted like a jerk to you regarding the matter. The truth of the matter is, it was partially intended as a practical joke, and partially written while I was half-asleep, so I don't even remember writing much of my responses.
...and on a side note, I do NOT approve of the way one of my 'associates' (as you put him) harasses you. I've asked him to at the least try to tone it down, but because he's literally states away, I can't really control everything he does on FA.
Writer's Block Suuuuuucks
Posted 16 years agoSo yeah, on a topic that's pretty much the polar opposite of my last journal, and hopefully won't be the root of further FA drama...
For those that don't know yet, I'm in the process of writing a script to a gay dragon-themed visual novel, AKA, hentai game. I've noticed that aside from "Let's Meow Meow" there has been a significant lack of furry h-games, even from within the community. So I'll be making one myself.
...problem is that I have serious writer's block... If anyone has any ideas how to break this, then I'm all ears.
...and no, I won't put your character in it, sorry. I've already got the entire storyline planned out, including all story branches, endings and characters, and I've contacted the creators of the two characters I don't own for permission to use them, and each of them are okay with it.
If I ever make a sequel, it'll definitely take place on a world of mammalian furries, though. *nod*
For those that don't know yet, I'm in the process of writing a script to a gay dragon-themed visual novel, AKA, hentai game. I've noticed that aside from "Let's Meow Meow" there has been a significant lack of furry h-games, even from within the community. So I'll be making one myself.
...problem is that I have serious writer's block... If anyone has any ideas how to break this, then I'm all ears.
...and no, I won't put your character in it, sorry. I've already got the entire storyline planned out, including all story branches, endings and characters, and I've contacted the creators of the two characters I don't own for permission to use them, and each of them are okay with it.
If I ever make a sequel, it'll definitely take place on a world of mammalian furries, though. *nod*
Wierd/Hilarious thing
Posted 16 years agoSo... someone somehow got into my paypal account and used it to buy-it-now a Nintendo DSi.
Know how I know this? The dumbass didn't change the address, and it ended up getting sent to me. Checking this out, the idiot didn't buy anything else with my money, so I changed the password, ans we's good. Guess I have a reason to buy The World Ends with You and Retro Game Challenge, huh? >.>;;;
Only bad news is that Im down to 500 again... May need to settle for a kigurumi-style fursuit. Oh well. ^^;
Also... I have over 2200 pageviews?! Crap, I missed my 1000 milestone, 2000 milestone... grah x.x;
Also, only reason I'm home right now instead of working till midnight again (night shift = bad, but 8-hours a day 6 days a week to get more money for fursuit = good), is that my roommate's ill, and odds are I might be carrying it... Let's hope my immune system can handle it ^^;
Know how I know this? The dumbass didn't change the address, and it ended up getting sent to me. Checking this out, the idiot didn't buy anything else with my money, so I changed the password, ans we's good. Guess I have a reason to buy The World Ends with You and Retro Game Challenge, huh? >.>;;;
Only bad news is that Im down to 500 again... May need to settle for a kigurumi-style fursuit. Oh well. ^^;
Also... I have over 2200 pageviews?! Crap, I missed my 1000 milestone, 2000 milestone... grah x.x;
Also, only reason I'm home right now instead of working till midnight again (night shift = bad, but 8-hours a day 6 days a week to get more money for fursuit = good), is that my roommate's ill, and odds are I might be carrying it... Let's hope my immune system can handle it ^^;
Brief Update
Posted 16 years agoWhoo, broke 400! Also, spent 50 from my funds for a dear friend that needs money for his phone; fursuit or not, a phone is more practical, after all. *nodnod*
FURSUIT SAVINGS!
Posted 16 years agoATTENTION, EVERYONE: I am finally saving up for a fursuit, and I got a chunk of it down already! This means that, in order to avoid lawsuits despite the whole "I discovered Neopets after I invented my fursona" thing, there's gonna be some slight changes to it. I'll still be a dragon, and I'll be making other fursonas as well (working on a non-crossdresser ballet dancing raven, a horribly flaming pink dragon with a swirl of sakura petals tattooed around his body, centered on the nethers <3) and others), but for now, the fursuit will be of my pretty ballerina dragonboi~
Whether I suddenly decide to turn him pink and grow boobs (as I LURVE dickgirls <3<3<3) is negoitiable. That said, please note that odds are this won't change much, or if anything, it might lower a bit once in a while, as this will be more of a rainy day fund than anything... But it's a start ^^ You'll see the Status of the savings in my main page. Wish me luck!
...by the way, any recommendations of good fursuit makers, or donations are happily accepted, though not really expected, with the economy and all... (I do have one independant fursuit maker in mind though; juuust need to send an updated reference sheet over that designer's way, and HA, no gender usage to give you any hints! >>)
Whether I suddenly decide to turn him pink and grow boobs (as I LURVE dickgirls <3<3<3) is negoitiable. That said, please note that odds are this won't change much, or if anything, it might lower a bit once in a while, as this will be more of a rainy day fund than anything... But it's a start ^^ You'll see the Status of the savings in my main page. Wish me luck!
...by the way, any recommendations of good fursuit makers, or donations are happily accepted, though not really expected, with the economy and all... (I do have one independant fursuit maker in mind though; juuust need to send an updated reference sheet over that designer's way, and HA, no gender usage to give you any hints! >>)
Life Rant
Posted 16 years agoSometimes, life seems to work out the way you want it, and sometimes it doesn't. I know a lot of people have it worse off than I do, but this particular event really hit home for me.
Y'see, here at Vista Way, the apartment complex I live in during my Disney World College program internship, I have some pretty cool roommates. First guy here is really cool, a responsible fellow; another is a cool fan of rap music that's... well, either Haitian or Jamaican (sorry if I offend anyone, but I individually have a hard time telling apart different Asians without hearing then speak in their native tongue, and even then, I can only tell whether or not they're Japanese). Two others are Latino, one wide, and one thin-set, and many of those four from what I see are fuck-crazy. Hey, not saying it's bad, because they tend to actually take considerations to not have sex everywhere in the damn apartment. The REAL problem is the fifth room-mate.
The guy's a buzz-cut, narrow-eyed and narrow-MINDED Christian that seems to enjoy beating off at 4:30 in the morning and waking me up in the middle of the night moaning about some chick whom I'm pretty sure is either an underage character from the anime Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds, or one of the alien experiments from Lilo & Stitch the Series.
The fact that he blares Saturday morning cartoons, including the ones that are clearly for 5 year olds (C'mon, Will and Dewitt?! I swear that I've seen that damn frog on Kan-Doo Potty Training commerical!). If he watched only some of the stuff geared toward teens, fine, I wouldn't mind, but no, all four fucking hours, including an hour-and-a-half of pedo-feed. And to top it all off, all of these damn shows can be watched online, so he doesn't have to record them at all, let alone blare them out at 11 at night! What's his excuse? "It's kind of a tradition to record saturday morning cartoons--" USE THE INTERNET, DIPSHIT!
Speaking of shit, the guy also doesn't seem to know how t flush, or use the provided "scent concealer" His excuse then? "It only covers the smell; when you have febreeze, lemme know." Well, excuse me, your fuckin' highness, I didn't know you had such high standards!
Speaking of standards, the guy clearly doesn't have any at all. at one point, he called the first roommate I talked about, RJ, "the devil." Why? He smokes, drinks and likes to fuck women. Funny, I thought that the devil could only steal, kill, and destroy. Sure he's killing his own brain cells with the drinking and smoking, maybe stealing a women's virginity, but I doubt he's going to suddenly disappear, crack the world in half, and appear from the bowels of the earth as a dragon with an inverted pentagram bleeding out of his forehead to send all of humanity into damnation. Now before you get off on calling me a religion hater, I'm Christian, too. CLearly I'm of a different denomination, as I don't have an equally large stick up my ass about other people sinning. If you wanna know about God, feel free to come to me, if you don't, that's fine too. God gave everyone free will for a reason, dumbass, don't force your ideas onto anyone if they don't want to hear it.
This guy pissed me off for so long, that do you know what I did? Well, remember that black ballerina costume I posted pictured of earlier? I dressed up in that in the middle of the night, and flat-out started groping and dry-humping the bastard. He freaked out so much he started whining like a little girl, until he got fed up, and threw me over his shoulder, causing his coffee to spill all over his computer, and my own leg, giving me a slight unpleasant burn. Side note: Who the hell puts a liquid next to a computer, without a lid, knowing that the slightest addition of moisture can break the thing?!
A little after I dry-raped the poor fucker, I 'changed back into my human form' and you know what his coment was? "In a way, I should thank you; you took away one of my sinful lusts." WOW. Well, I'm sorry if I get a boner from watching people performing one of the most beautiful forms of dance ever, to the point that I show my appreciation with pictures that hopefully many of you have come to admire for their beauty as well as sensuality(side note, if you want more adult pics, feel free to ask me in a note, cause I'm not posting them up here), but that isn't even the worst part. Afterward, the bastard grabs a towel, wraps it around my neck, and in front of at least 5 people, threatens that "I'll be sorry" if I ever do that again and that "if his computer is broken, I owe him 500 dollars." And you know what pisses me off the most about all of this? He acts exactly like me at age 19, except significantly more amplified. I am thankful to God that I'm at least more normal than that bastard, and coming from a faceless tiger ballerina, that guy's gotta be some kind of freak.
You'll note that any act of violence results in expulsion from the program. Unfortunately, my groping him would too, so I broke even there... until I found out he's leaving on his own. Since then, I haven't set foot in that bedroom, as I share the bedroom with him, so... yeah.
Sorry for the long-ass rant, but I had to get this shit off my chest. Sorry I'm not all about being a ballerina dragon pretty-boy cumdumpster (to borrow a noun from Jijix whom is an awesome artist that should be watched by you right now if you aren't), but if you happen to want to look beyond a relationship with me that's just sex, you'd be surprised what you find. Hey, that isn't to say I'm not a ridiculously horny little sicko that has the skills to dol out paragraphs of illicit (and obviously ballerina-themed for the most part) yiffing, I can admit to that. But I'm kind of hoping for a relationship outside of sex that would actually stand the test of time.
In short, my annoying-ass roommate that acts like a concentrated mini-me is leaving and part of it is thanks to the fact that a faceless tiger ballerina molested him.
And that, my friends, is why I fucking LOVE being a furry.
Y'see, here at Vista Way, the apartment complex I live in during my Disney World College program internship, I have some pretty cool roommates. First guy here is really cool, a responsible fellow; another is a cool fan of rap music that's... well, either Haitian or Jamaican (sorry if I offend anyone, but I individually have a hard time telling apart different Asians without hearing then speak in their native tongue, and even then, I can only tell whether or not they're Japanese). Two others are Latino, one wide, and one thin-set, and many of those four from what I see are fuck-crazy. Hey, not saying it's bad, because they tend to actually take considerations to not have sex everywhere in the damn apartment. The REAL problem is the fifth room-mate.
The guy's a buzz-cut, narrow-eyed and narrow-MINDED Christian that seems to enjoy beating off at 4:30 in the morning and waking me up in the middle of the night moaning about some chick whom I'm pretty sure is either an underage character from the anime Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds, or one of the alien experiments from Lilo & Stitch the Series.
The fact that he blares Saturday morning cartoons, including the ones that are clearly for 5 year olds (C'mon, Will and Dewitt?! I swear that I've seen that damn frog on Kan-Doo Potty Training commerical!). If he watched only some of the stuff geared toward teens, fine, I wouldn't mind, but no, all four fucking hours, including an hour-and-a-half of pedo-feed. And to top it all off, all of these damn shows can be watched online, so he doesn't have to record them at all, let alone blare them out at 11 at night! What's his excuse? "It's kind of a tradition to record saturday morning cartoons--" USE THE INTERNET, DIPSHIT!
Speaking of shit, the guy also doesn't seem to know how t flush, or use the provided "scent concealer" His excuse then? "It only covers the smell; when you have febreeze, lemme know." Well, excuse me, your fuckin' highness, I didn't know you had such high standards!
Speaking of standards, the guy clearly doesn't have any at all. at one point, he called the first roommate I talked about, RJ, "the devil." Why? He smokes, drinks and likes to fuck women. Funny, I thought that the devil could only steal, kill, and destroy. Sure he's killing his own brain cells with the drinking and smoking, maybe stealing a women's virginity, but I doubt he's going to suddenly disappear, crack the world in half, and appear from the bowels of the earth as a dragon with an inverted pentagram bleeding out of his forehead to send all of humanity into damnation. Now before you get off on calling me a religion hater, I'm Christian, too. CLearly I'm of a different denomination, as I don't have an equally large stick up my ass about other people sinning. If you wanna know about God, feel free to come to me, if you don't, that's fine too. God gave everyone free will for a reason, dumbass, don't force your ideas onto anyone if they don't want to hear it.
This guy pissed me off for so long, that do you know what I did? Well, remember that black ballerina costume I posted pictured of earlier? I dressed up in that in the middle of the night, and flat-out started groping and dry-humping the bastard. He freaked out so much he started whining like a little girl, until he got fed up, and threw me over his shoulder, causing his coffee to spill all over his computer, and my own leg, giving me a slight unpleasant burn. Side note: Who the hell puts a liquid next to a computer, without a lid, knowing that the slightest addition of moisture can break the thing?!
A little after I dry-raped the poor fucker, I 'changed back into my human form' and you know what his coment was? "In a way, I should thank you; you took away one of my sinful lusts." WOW. Well, I'm sorry if I get a boner from watching people performing one of the most beautiful forms of dance ever, to the point that I show my appreciation with pictures that hopefully many of you have come to admire for their beauty as well as sensuality(side note, if you want more adult pics, feel free to ask me in a note, cause I'm not posting them up here), but that isn't even the worst part. Afterward, the bastard grabs a towel, wraps it around my neck, and in front of at least 5 people, threatens that "I'll be sorry" if I ever do that again and that "if his computer is broken, I owe him 500 dollars." And you know what pisses me off the most about all of this? He acts exactly like me at age 19, except significantly more amplified. I am thankful to God that I'm at least more normal than that bastard, and coming from a faceless tiger ballerina, that guy's gotta be some kind of freak.
You'll note that any act of violence results in expulsion from the program. Unfortunately, my groping him would too, so I broke even there... until I found out he's leaving on his own. Since then, I haven't set foot in that bedroom, as I share the bedroom with him, so... yeah.
Sorry for the long-ass rant, but I had to get this shit off my chest. Sorry I'm not all about being a ballerina dragon pretty-boy cumdumpster (to borrow a noun from Jijix whom is an awesome artist that should be watched by you right now if you aren't), but if you happen to want to look beyond a relationship with me that's just sex, you'd be surprised what you find. Hey, that isn't to say I'm not a ridiculously horny little sicko that has the skills to dol out paragraphs of illicit (and obviously ballerina-themed for the most part) yiffing, I can admit to that. But I'm kind of hoping for a relationship outside of sex that would actually stand the test of time.
In short, my annoying-ass roommate that acts like a concentrated mini-me is leaving and part of it is thanks to the fact that a faceless tiger ballerina molested him.
And that, my friends, is why I fucking LOVE being a furry.
NEW PICTURES FOR YA'LL!
Posted 16 years agoHiii; I got around to posting some pictures a while back, so lemme know whatcha think. Also, I'm finally on Furspace, so I'll be posting some... *ahem* other kinds of pictures there... yeah >> << >>
http://www.furspace.com/Darren
http://www.furspace.com/Darren
Pictures coming soon~
Posted 16 years agoYes, I'm not dead. Just lettin' you know that I got a new costume. THis one will be a black ballerina costume. (Jealous yet, JasenTamiia?) So I'll be showing that one off when I finish getting everything and preparing. Also, working at WDW is a bit tougher than it looks when you're a nerdy wimp. =D
Woot~!
Posted 17 years agoGuess who got accepted into the Disney College Program?!
Yes, that's right, me!
It means that in late January or so, I'll be going to Florida to work at Disneyworld. Till August, even. Make some new friends, go to cool places. With luck, I'll be able to do usual FA stuff without content filters or whatnot at the housing.
But firstly, I needs to get everything ready, including letting them know I accept their invite and stuff! Then I need the $100 Entrance fee and to pay for my own round-trip plane tickets.
...kinda puts a damper on the whole, "I want to get a ballerina dragon fursuit" thing money-wise, but hey, temp job at Disney, woot! Maybe I'll even get picked up for a voice-acting gig or whatever!
...okay, time to stop dreaming and start sleeping. Night, all!
Yes, that's right, me!
It means that in late January or so, I'll be going to Florida to work at Disneyworld. Till August, even. Make some new friends, go to cool places. With luck, I'll be able to do usual FA stuff without content filters or whatnot at the housing.
But firstly, I needs to get everything ready, including letting them know I accept their invite and stuff! Then I need the $100 Entrance fee and to pay for my own round-trip plane tickets.
...kinda puts a damper on the whole, "I want to get a ballerina dragon fursuit" thing money-wise, but hey, temp job at Disney, woot! Maybe I'll even get picked up for a voice-acting gig or whatever!
...okay, time to stop dreaming and start sleeping. Night, all!
GASP! First Journal Entry
Posted 17 years agoDon't really expect me to post very often here, but just saying for the moment...
I'm kinda-sorta planning work on a Visual Novel. Considering it'll have sex scenes, technically it could be called an h-game, but I prefer "visual novel." That way, I can sound professional and stuff.
Anyways, I'm actually planning on asking a couple folks I watch to maybe contribute to it when I get done writing up the story outline (8 chapters, plus 3 more to get the best ending after a few times playing through it), but if anyone has any ideas for main characters, aside from the protagonist, I'm open to suggestions. A few notes, though:
1.) It takes place on a planet of dragons. Doesn't mean I won't pick other ideas, it just makes it less likely.
2.) Guys on guys.
3.) If you want to present a character, the more stuff I know about him/her, the better. So, details, details, details! A picture reference works, too.
4.) Yes, I'll pick girls, too; but expect them to be either god-awful hard to find in a sexual scene, or as one of the close platonic friend-types.
And finally,
5.) I have a VERY short attention span, so most likely I probably will get tired of this after a few weeks, put it aside, and forget it for a few months unless I get an art guy/gal and a music guy/gal that would be godly dedicated to this kind of thing to remind me to at least work on part of it SOMEHOW.
I'm not going to post the outline, what with it not being done yet, but when it is, I'll see if I can't remember that I can post journal entries here again. Still alive, just mostly college and chatting in mIRC when I can.
Meanwhile, IRL, I applied to the Disney College Program to work on getting experience in a kitchen for my Culinary Arts degree. I'll find out if I made it in about 2-4 weeks. Wish me luck!
I'm kinda-sorta planning work on a Visual Novel. Considering it'll have sex scenes, technically it could be called an h-game, but I prefer "visual novel." That way, I can sound professional and stuff.
Anyways, I'm actually planning on asking a couple folks I watch to maybe contribute to it when I get done writing up the story outline (8 chapters, plus 3 more to get the best ending after a few times playing through it), but if anyone has any ideas for main characters, aside from the protagonist, I'm open to suggestions. A few notes, though:
1.) It takes place on a planet of dragons. Doesn't mean I won't pick other ideas, it just makes it less likely.
2.) Guys on guys.
3.) If you want to present a character, the more stuff I know about him/her, the better. So, details, details, details! A picture reference works, too.
4.) Yes, I'll pick girls, too; but expect them to be either god-awful hard to find in a sexual scene, or as one of the close platonic friend-types.
And finally,
5.) I have a VERY short attention span, so most likely I probably will get tired of this after a few weeks, put it aside, and forget it for a few months unless I get an art guy/gal and a music guy/gal that would be godly dedicated to this kind of thing to remind me to at least work on part of it SOMEHOW.
I'm not going to post the outline, what with it not being done yet, but when it is, I'll see if I can't remember that I can post journal entries here again. Still alive, just mostly college and chatting in mIRC when I can.
Meanwhile, IRL, I applied to the Disney College Program to work on getting experience in a kitchen for my Culinary Arts degree. I'll find out if I made it in about 2-4 weeks. Wish me luck!
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