But time keeps racing forward

relika@gmail.com — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 12:25:06 GMT

OTAKON '09

...yeah, so, anyway.

I will be cosplaying Zombielujah today, since I got all of four hours of sleep. I may have gotten more if Alric didn't get here so friggen late :|

relika@gmail.com — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 06:30:23 GMT

Mmmmm Otakon.

I'm here in our hotel room now. Kits, Skie, Katie, Alric, and I are hanging, chatting, boozing, and being all around awesome.

Fuck yeah.

It's 2:30am.

Wtf.

relika@gmail.com — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 10:54:27 GMT

AND, I'M OFF TO OTAKON

I LOVE YOU ALL

::zooms::

Tentative cosplay plan: Chibi Alle on Friday, Ranka on Saturday, normal Alle if/when I feel like it

I have my blackberry and laptop though so you can still contact me, IM me at MobileSuitRelika if you'd like ♥

relika@gmail.com — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 03:52:10 GMT

OH GOD I'M NOT READY FOR THIIIIIIIIIS

relika@gmail.com — Wed, 15 Jul 2009 15:49:06 GMT

Ahhhh kasjhdsa Otakon tomorrow. Alright. Let's figure this out.

-PAAAAAAAACK
-Write down what events I really want to go to (there aren't any real...majorly important ones this year though. 'cept mmm Crispin Freeman must molest)
-Talk to Alric about MF cosplay/what be happening Thursday night
-Talk to Alric, Katie, Skie, Kits again about Purgparty on Thursday night
-Decide on whether I want to go to the 00 photoshoot(s) or not
-Figure out whether I'm going to the LL meetup or not, and if so, when the hell is it again fff.
-Go to Walgreens and pick up some makeup (foundation, powder, eyeliner? not that I know how to use eyeliner. Lipgloss too maybe), also another contact case and maybe more solution
-Figure out how much money I'm bringing

Hmmmmm.

Oh right.

-Wig cap, random hair pins
-Child Alle costume (dress lol, white tanktop thing, pants, shoes, wig, ghetto bracelet)
-Ranka costume (dress, tights?, scarf, wig with bow messily attached on, boots that aren't even near accurate)
-Alle costume (shirt, pants, belt, boots, wristbands)
-Bindeeeeeeer
-Contacts (need extra hazel/gold for Ranka), contact solution
-Two pairs of pajamas, I guess?
-Underwear, socks, etc
-An extra pair of pants/shorts and an extra shirt to wear for Sunday/whenever I'm not in costume
-Shitty old camera since my mom took the good one to Puerto Rico bawwww
-Phone and charger
-DS and charger kjashdasjkd IF I CAN FIND MY DS god only knows where it is, with my luck it's still at my mom's, no idea where the charger is either
-Laptop and charger
-Medicine
-Umbrella

Fffft. I'm not readyyyyyyyyyy.

Oh and joy, thunderstorms through the whole convention weekend.

Hell yeah for my hotel having a skywalk directly to the convention center. \o/

relika@gmail.com — Wed, 15 Jul 2009 06:30:50 GMT

:3

I'm pretty happy right now. Well, honestly, really happy. Thinking about nice things, really nice things happening RP-wise, had a good time going out tonight, Sam being an adorable loli...

:|

::pets Sam::

I should sleep now.

::goes to dream of Lyle in a speedo::

relika@gmail.com — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 05:30:56 GMT

And now for something completely different!

Nani iro? - AllelujahxTieria

This is like the exact opposite of the last doujin I scanned :| It's worksafe and absolutely adorable. CHIBI MILEINA EEEEEEEEE

relika@gmail.com — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 02:58:47 GMT

dynames chan: If he were in a video game, like a FF where they have stuff like Auto Protect or Auto Life or something, Lyle would have Auto Fail

relika@gmail.com — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 16:50:23 GMT

Leave a comment in this post and I'll write a 100 word drabble of the character/person/noun-goes-here that I most associate with you.

If you post this in your journal, I'll comment to you, and then write another 100 word drabble based on the character you think of me as and the character I think of you as interacting somehow.

If you do that for me in return, I'll write one more drabble based on a song of your choosing.

Lalala, waiting to go to the mall with my mom.

relika@gmail.com — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 14:10:32 GMT

Go figure, the night I go to sleep early, the anime tcg freebie thing starts.

I hope I get all my responses because I want the Ash deck so bad unfffff.

I'm still annoyed that there were so many 00 decks added, even a Regene deck, but no Lyle. LYYYYYLE ;_; ::wants her OTP deck:: So I'm not sure what I'll be collecting after this. Probably Friends, and...idk. Maybe the Graham deck. ~~Or Soma.~~ Only 15 of the cards are Soma so never mind, and the mastered badge isn't her either so. I think I'll go for the Friends deck, and the ones for Graham and Sumeragi.

relika@gmail.com — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 22:34:44 GMT

GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS TODAY

YEAH

IT'S FREE SLURPEE DAY, MOTHERFUCKERS

AND GUESS HOW I'M CELEBRATING IT (OTHER THAN GOING TO 7/11 IN A FEW)

...

BY WRITING PORN, OF COURSE.

I owe both Pyon and Marie Halle/Lyle drabbles, so, consider this one of the two.

Also, I'm probably going to be shot for writing this. And wtf this turned out a lot longer than I intended it to be.

::zooms off to see Bruno::

Free Slurpee Day.

Those three, simple words brought paralyzing fear to Lyle Dylandy, more than hearing "I love you" from a girl he'd just had a one night stand with, or "You are fired" from the boss of whatever the latest job he had was. To his defense, his current job as a cashier at 7-Eleven had been one that he'd managed to keep for a little over a year now, which still shocked and amazed him. The hours weren't great and the pay was barely above minimum wage, but he'd take what he could get, and after the fiasco at the pizza place he'd formerly worked as a delivery boy from, every penny counted.

Free Slurpee Day. He had only been an employee for a week when the once-a-year holiday occurred in the chain. There were explicit instructions given to him: one per customer, special 7.11 ounce cups to be given. Simple, correct? What he hadn't expected were the swarms of people who crowded the store as soon as it opened (at seven in the morning, no less), demanding their right to a costless frozen drink. The place was packed more than he'd ever seen it before in his occasional visits for coffee in the morning, and it was all too much for a newbie cashier to handle. First, the cups ran out. Then, the machines ran dry. The crowd turned into an all-out riot—how dare they be denied their slurpee—and he was thankful to make it through the day with only several bruises, a minor concussion, and a scolding from his boss.

And now, it was once again July 11th, the Day of Doom. It was 6:45 in the morning, and of course, he was opening the store that day and would be there until the middle of the night. Essentially, he'd chosen the short straw among the rest of the employees, and his boss must have decided it was a perfect time to give him the overtime hours he was asking for. People were already gathered outside of the doors when he'd gotten there fifteen minutes previous to get the store up and running, and from his vantage point at the register, the crowd was already growing.

7:00am.

Vaguely, he had a certain memory of a centuries old cartoon movie he'd seen as a child, and wondered if this was how it felt to be that one lion in it. The day went by just as it had last year, demanding shouts and curses from parents with their gaggle of six year old children, cups running out again, and generally, everything that could go wrong going wrong.

But once again, he survived it, and the store was for the most part in one piece. His face was sore from where some macho bodybuilder-type had punched it after being told that they'd run out of the drink, but at least this time he had escaped the concussion. It was extremely late now, the store was finally empty, and Lyle was currently working on mopping the floor where people had knocked over several bottles of he didn't even know. Finally, he thought, peace and quiet.

Until he heard the jingle of the bell as the door opened.

"We're done," he said, not even bothering to turn around, too exhausted to. "We're out of slurpies, I'm sorry, but we'll restock tomorrow and there's a sale on them as it—"

He nearly jumped as an arm wrapped around his waist, dragging him against the body behind him.

"You couldn't save one for me? Tsk, tsk, I'm incredibly hurt, Lyle. You have no idea," purred the voice against his ear. "I thought I was special to you."

"Yeah, you're special, alright," Lyle hissed back, recognizing the voice right away. "Okay, Hallelujah, I'm really not in the mood for your crap right now. As I'm sure you can tell, it's been a really, really rough day, and I'm cleaning up and getting the hell out of here, going home, and going to bed."

Hallelujah spun him around and raised an eyebrow. "But, my slurpee!" he mock-whined dramatically.

"To hell with your slurpee."

"I was promised one. Do you know what happens to people when they break promises to me?" Hallelujah's voice was all haughtiness, laced with a slight threat, and Lyle almost considered hitting him in the face with the mop before deciding that he quite liked living.

"Damnit, go grab a cup and see if there's anything left you can get out of the machines and leave me alone," Lyle grumbled as he went back to mopping. He heard footsteps on linoleum and the whirring of the machine as Hallelujah got his beloved drink, and the tell-tale sound of the beverage being sucked through one of those oversized straws.

And then, silence, until he felt an arm turning him around again quickly, causing him to drop the mop before he was thrown over Hallelujah's shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?!" he shouted at him as he was unceremoniously carried off, the younger man kicking open the door to the back room. Before he knew what was going on, he was dumped onto a table, Hallelujah smirking down at him with his drink still in one hand.

"You see, the slurpee's not only the thing I'm entitled to for free. I figured, hey, why not kill two birds with one stone?"

Lyle glared up at him, trying to figure out how best to escape from this. Unfortunately, the door had already closed, Hallelujah stood in the way of it, and Hallelujah was Hallelujah. All he could do, then, was glare harshly at the other man as he set down his drink in order to pull off Lyle's shows and yank off his pants far quicker than he should have been able to, along with dragging up his shirt as much as he could without actually taking it off.

"Now, Lyle, haven't you ever tasted the fruits of your own labor? Here, you've worked hard enough," Hallelujah teased as he dipped his finger into the frozen drink, scooping up a little of the green ice and smearing it onto Lyle's lips. Sour Apple, Lyle realized right away. At least he had a decent taste in flavors. The second time he did it, he decided that playing along with the game would get him out of there quicker, so he opened his mouth and proceeded to suck on Hallelujah's fingers, ignoring that the mere action was sending an ache to his lower body.

The sooner it was over, the better.

He nearly yelped when he felt frozen coldness against his nipples, Hallelujah chuckling as he rubbed the now melting liquid into the skin. "Why complain? I've heard of people using ice cubes, this isn't any different. It's supposed to be sexy! Don't you like it?"

Lyle merely cursed under his breath, and ignored the ache getting worse when Hallelujah leaned down to thoroughly lick the liquid off of him. Bit by bit, Hallelujah would pour some of the slurpee onto his body, working his way downwards with his mouth. By that point, Lyle's breath was heavy, and it was all he could do not to reach down and touch himself.

Until Hallelujah dumped the rest of the contents of the cup onto his crotch.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Lyle shrieked, thrashing on the table as Hallelujah held his wrists down. The ache was replaced by an ache of an entirely different kind—well, less of an ache and more of a sharp, horrible, horrible pain. "You son of a fucking—"
He was cut off by a harsh kiss and Hallelujah biting at his lips sharply, and Lyle could only groan in pain, cursing his luck. The mouth on his eventually retreated, moving its way downwards again, and though Lyle's wrists were released, he knew that he still wouldn't be able to move on pain of even more pain.

At the least, at the very least, Hallelujah seemed to be repeating his earlier routine. Lyle groaned a little as Hallelujah took him into his mouth, at the very least enjoying the warmth after what his poor cock had just been through. Despite the trauma, he was hard again within minutes, Hallelujah intent on licking every drop of the slurpee off of his skin and then some.

It was too early that the younger man withdrew, and Lyle was about to open his mouth to complain when he saw Hallelujah taking a small bottle out of his pocket before unbuckling and unzipping his pants, shoving them down to his thighs.

"You planned this, didn't you," Lyle drawled as he saw the label on the bottle. Lube. "Fuck you."

"To give a cliché answer, no, I think it'll be the other way around, dear." Hallelujah laughed again as he coated his fingers in the slippery liquid, taking no time in preparing Lyle—one, two, three, and Lyle's hips were bucking down onto his hand, and he was demanding that he just do it already and stop being a dick.

Maybe someone up above was listening to him, because Hallelujah actually listened, quickly slicking himself up before pressing into Lyle. Lyle bit back a moan, small sounds escaping his mouth as he was fucked on top of the table; he could have sworn there was a pencil jamming into his shoulderblade but at this point, he didn't particularly give a damn.

It could have been minutes or half an hour, he didn't know, he barely cared, but finally, he'd come with Hallelujah following suit just a minute or two later. He caught his breath, sighing as Hallelujah withdrew, and rolled over in order to grab some napkins that had been conveniently laying around in the vicinity to clean himself up.

"I hate you," Lyle shot at Hallelujah as he stood up and pulled his pants and shoes back on. "Try this again and I swear I'll—"

"You'll what?"

"...Fuck you."

The brunette ignored him and stormed out of the employee room, glad that at least no one else had been around to catch them in the act. Small blessings, he supposed; and, in a way, he had been needing to get laid lately again. Maybe it was a good thing after all, a sort of painful reward for his lack of luck. Maybe something wasn't going horribly wrong.

He whistled a little as he walked back to the register, but froze in his tracks upon reaching it.

The cash register's drawer was open, the tray flung to the side, completely empty. Immediately after, he heard the sound of a car being turned on and the screech of tires as it drove away from the store.

For a long time, Lyle just stood there. He didn't move, barely blinked, didn't say a word until Hallelujah exited the break room and headed over to him.

"...the hell happened here?" he asked, noticing the disarray of the register area.

There was only one response Lyle could give.

"Fuck my life."

relika@gmail.com — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 17:30:04 GMT

HEBE

STOP STRESSING OUT ABOUT YOUR LAPTOP

<---Neilpuppy on Lyle's bed

relika@gmail.com — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 05:38:08 GMT

And I told myself to go to sleep early tonight. Fffft.

Have some porn. Hallelujah/Lockon. Unbeta'd, badly written, the usual warnings.

This is for Nyx, who writes me so much stuff that this is the least I can do in return, even though it's not nearly enough.

I apologize if I accidentally switched tenses randomly, I'm tired so shut up.

For the most part, Lockon Stratos was a heavy sleeper. Once he was out, he was generally out for the night. There were exceptions, of course; he'd somehow trained himself to awaken at the telltale signs of Allelujah having nightmares (the trembling body against his, hitched breath, the sobs or even screams that sometimes accompanied them). Generally, however, he was an unconscious sack of Gundam Meister from the moment he kissed his fiancé goodnight to the moment that Haro decided to act as an alarm clock no matter how many damn times he told him otherwise.

Allelujah was, of course, aware of this. He would often take the time to simply watch him sleep and breathe in the middle of the night, a sort of comfort to him. It also meant that he'd wake up before Lockon and have the chance to watch him then, and to wake him up—he'd take advantage of it, sometimes waking him with more interesting methods, most of them involving not exactly appropriate good morning kisses to parts of Lockon's body that weren't necessarily his face.

Hallelujah was, of course, aware of this as well.

Hallelujah's version of "taking advantage" was, of course, a little different from Allelujah's.

The first thing that Lockon noticed as he stirred to consciousness was that it wasn't morning. The window on the wall adjacent to their bed always let light flood into the room once the sun had risen, and despite their attempts at curtains, there was always one little damn line of light that'd end up hitting his eyes.

The second thing that Lockon noticed was that the sheets felt cool under him, much cooler than they had been last night. That made no sense, since he and Allelujah had been curled up under the covers...

The third thing that Lockon noticed was that there weren't any covers on top of him to speak of, nor did he feel the warmth of his lover's body pressed against his own. With this realization, he groggily opened his eyes, shifting as he tried to figure out what was going on.

The fourth thing that Lockon noticed was that he couldn't move. Cool metal bands encased both of his wrists, and the rattling of chains when he struggled slightly was enough to tell him that he was, of all things, handcuffed to the bed.

"Hallelujah," he said in a neutral tone, not seeing the younger man yet but knowing exactly who the perpetrator was. "Can I ask what the special occasion is?"

A low chuckle came from somewhere in the room—he couldn't tell which direction—before he heard the scrape and pop of a match being ignited. He noticed a candle on each side of the bed as they were lit, the flickering light giving him a better view of the super soldier who was now climbing onto the bed and straddling him.

"You don't like it? I'm just trying to be romantic," Hallelujah purred as he leaned in to nuzzle Lockon's neck. "See? I even got the candles. Though, shit, I should have gotten rose petals too. Oh well." He laughed, giving Lockon's neck a sharp nip. "All the money spent on these bedsheets, too... Allelujah got them, actually, was going to be a surprise for you! But fuck him, I want to have some fun first."

Lockon shifted a little, dragging his (thankfully free) leg across the fabric. Silk. It must have cost a fortune in this place, but if Allelujah really had gotten it to surprise him, he wouldn't upset him by complaining about the cost. Hallelujah must have noticed his thoughts getting sidetracked, because another bite came to his neck soon after, harder than the first, quickly followed by a hand wrapping around his erection (wait, since when the hell had he gotten hard?).

"After going through all this trouble, you better damn well pay attention to me." Hallelujah gave him a squeeze, eliciting a hiss from the older Meister. "Or do I have to try harder to capture it?"

There was another laugh before Hallelujah moved his hand away and slid his body forward, still straddling him, though now his backside rested just above Lockon's cock. Talking wasn't going to do anything, so he merely watched—watched as Hallelujah proceeded to grasp his own length and started pumping it, slow at first.

"Does this work a little better?" he asked with a slight hitch of breath. "You've always wanted to see Allelujah doing this to himself, now haven't you?"

It was true, really. Maybe he just had a slight kink for the sight, but he'd often in the past asked Allelujah let him watch him touching himself, a request that often got turned down with stammered embarrassment (that he didn't quite understand, considering everything else they did). Seeing this, then, Hallelujah working more enthusiastically on himself by the moment... Hallelujah knew exactly what buttons to push, didn't he? And of course, the fucker was putting on a show, head thrown back and little gasps and moans escaping from his throat, just in the way Allelujah would have been in the same position.

He tried to move his hands in order to touch Hallelujah, even to just slide his hands along his sides and thighs, but he met resistance quickly. Right, the handcuffs. Lockon yanked at the bindings, trying to see if he could get out of them, though he knew it was futile. It was Hallelujah he was dealing with, after all. Hallelujah, the bastard quite happily masturbating on top of him, sending a wave of heat and an ache to his groin that only got worse and worse as he continued to watch.

And then his hips slid down on him a little, his ass rubbing against his erection, and—it was gone before he could even thrust up his own hips instinctively into the touch. "Hallelujah," he groaned behind gritted teeth, practically squirming under him as the man in question merely laughed and moved his hand on himself faster.

He wasn't sure what was acting and what was just Hallelujah enjoying himself as the man's breathing became heavier and the moans and gasps became more frequent, but each little sound and each little shift against his skin was doing nothing short of driving him crazy. He wasn't going to beg, wouldn't give Hallelujah the satisfaction, but he felt like he was going to snap with frustration by the time his golden eyed beauty brought himself to completion, warm fluid splattering itself all over his chest, and...yeah, it'd just gotten on his face too.

Bastard.

Hallelujah was laughing again as he shifted a little, letting his finger trail up Lockon's body, gathering the fluid onto his fingertip. Blue-green eyes narrowed in annoyance as Hallelujah smeared it onto Lockon's lips. "It's a good look for you~" he teased, obviously enjoying the frustration all but radiating from the brunette's body, and smirking as Lockon struggled to break free of the handcuffs again. It was more of a token sign of "I hate you" than actual trying, though, since he already knew that he wasn't going anywhere. At this point, even the cool smoothness of the silk sheets underneath him was maddening.

"But the fun shouldn't end just yet, hmmm~? After all, you're behaving so very well. Maybe you should get something. But! For that to happen, I'll need a little help," Hallelujah spoke after realizing that Lockon was staying silent out of defiance. He moved his body, straddling Lockon higher, much higher, before the sniper was quite literally face to face with the one and only thing that'd been getting any attention thus far. "I think you know what to do. Don't make me have to ask twice," came the low voice with a hint of a threat in it.

Had it been anyone else, he would have laid there, closed his eyes, and completely ignored them. Maybe even bite if it was forced any more. But it wasn't anyone else, it was Hallelujah, and if he'd learned anything, it was this: if he expected to get anything from the super soldier, he'd have to play his game. There wasn't a choice with him, so he sighed, cursed him under his breath, and took his half-hard (already??) length into his mouth.

This was Hallelujah, so he wasn't surprised when a hand made its way into his hair and tugged at it painfully, wasn't surprised at the fingers digging into his scalp just for fun, and really wasn't surprised at the fact that this was quickly becoming less of a blowjob and more of Hallelujah fucking his face. He certainly wasn't letting up on him any, and Lockon wondered if he should have been grateful for the horrible ache on his lower body being more easily ignored now that he had to focus his entire self onto actually breathing. The metal of the handcuffs bit into his wrists as he found himself struggling hard again, Hallelujah barely giving him a moment to catch his breath as best he could through his nose, quite sure that this wasn't a way he wanted to die (and with Hallelujah being Hallelujah, the idea of the man wanting to kill him with his dick wasn't very farfetched).

To his relief, Hallelujah finally pulled back, Lockon forcing himself to hold back from biting him; otherwise, he really would die. His eyes followed him as he pushed himself off of him and moved to grab the bottle of cooking oil still resting on top of the nightstand from the previous evening. Finally, finally, Lockon thought. At this point, he barely even cared if Hallelujah fucked him without lube. He needed something, anything, because by now, he felt as if he was going to explode.

Of course, the younger man took his sweet time preparing him, completely withdrawing his hand the moment Lockon tried to rock his hips down onto his fingers. Hallelujah is calling all the shots, and again, he has to play the game if he wants to win anything at all. So he held still, his body practically shaking with desire and frustration, biting back curses as Hallelujah treated him as if he was a virgin made out of glass.

"Will you just fuck me already?!" Lockon finally all but yelled at him, quieting down quickly upon the realization they weren't the only people in the house. Hallelujah merely laughed, and the more he narrowed his eyes at him, the greater the laughter would get.

Same game as usual.

At the least, though, it did seem to finally spur Hallelujah into action. Lockon tried to push his hips down onto Hallelujah as he pressed into him inch by torturous inch at a time, but the action only served to make him completely withdraw. A gold eye looked at him with amusement, and he could just see the scolding, Didn't you learn your lesson the last time?

This time, he fought once more to keep himself still as Hallelujah buries himself into him. There was a long pause, and Lockon's erection hurt more than he thought it had ever hurt before, before there was finally movement. The brunette was ecstatic that he was finally getting some sort of attention, even if Hallelujah refused to touch him outside of the thrusting.

He wanted more touches, though, badly—but he wouldn't beg. He'd play this game, but he wouldn't satisfy him with begging. It only meant that he had to put up with this, though, so he moaned behind gritted teeth and focused on the mix of pain and pleasure as Hallelujah slammed into him.

It goes by quick, almost too quick, and before he knew it, he'd came without a single touch to his cock. Though it took Hallelujah longer to reach his own completion, he was in too much of a daze to notice much anymore, the fog in his head not clearing until Hallelujah was collapsed on top of him.

The super soldier is heavy—all muscle—and now that he could focus on something on other than his own raging hardon, Lockon was beginning to notice how badly his shoulders and arms ached due to the restraints. He had no choice but to wait for Hallelujah to get up and release him, and he tried his best to be patient, even though he ended up waiting a good ten or fifteen minutes for Hallelujah to merely get up (oh, he wasn't that tired, he knew that, he was just screwing with him as usual).

"Had fun?" he asked semi sarcastically as he rubbed at his sore wrists afterwards, staring at the man now contently sitting crossleggedly at the foot of the bed.

"Didn't you?" came the response.

And damn it all, because he did.

relika@gmail.com — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 03:13:14 GMT

Dear winamp and also myself:

Listening to my LyleAlle song is not going to help me write this HalleLockon pornfic any better.

Find a better song.

....except I really like this song and want to keep listening to it bawwww

relika@gmail.com — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 00:57:51 GMT

Stolen from people.

1) Who are you?
2) Are we friends?
3) When and how did we meet?
4) Give me a nickname and explain why.
5) Describe me in 1 word.
6) What was your first impression of me?
7) Do you still think the same?
8) What reminds you of me?
9) If you could give me anything, what would it be?
10) How well do you know me?
11) Are you gonna put this in your journal and see what I say about you?
12) Would you meet up with me?

Anime TCG Trading Deck

relika@gmail.com — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 00:34:39 GMT

Trading Deck~

Comments disabled, request trades back at the main post here!

relika@gmail.com — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 04:22:34 GMT

Thanks to Katie's influence, I made a n00blujah account. I don't even know what this is.

HEY PEOPLE I NEED MORE HELP

Reply to this post with any "derp derp" pictures of Allelujah you have. Official or fanart. S1 only plz. Just like. Stuff. That would be n00blujah.

relika@gmail.com — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 03:08:09 GMT

HEY EVERYONE

ICON CONTEST

Also known is Rel-can't-color-manga-icons-for-shit-so-she-has-to-beg-her-FL.

Your task: Make a Halle icon (suited for an RP account, so, no text or overly fancy effects) from this picture.

The reward: ....idfk. A drabble? Actually hell I'll give everyone who participates a drabble. Probably not an overly long one because lol writer's block but.

I keep trying to color it but I'm horrible with photoshop so it keeps looking awful.

I need more scowly Halle icons as it is.

Mostly so he can scowl more at Kanan.

::leers at Suu::

relika@gmail.com — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 02:40:25 GMT

Right, if I ever do this hotel thing again, this will be a rule ahead of time.

I will collect money at least three months in advance. Possibly more. If it's Otakon, likely more. I can't afford for costs to keep going up due to last minute things.

That, and no last minute "We're going to come" "Oh actually now we're thinking about it" "Okay we will" "Actually we won't".

ughhhhhhh why is nothing going right with this damn thing

Right, I'm serious, though. I'm not the only one getting screwed over. ffft. I hope something can be worked out.

relika@gmail.com — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 14:24:36 GMT

I have a con in a week and yet I'm doing retail therapy right now kjashdajksadsa

WHY DID NO ONE EVER LINK ME TO MANDARAKE BEFORE

::buys like six things off of there:: I was at eight but then I realized I needed to cut down a little :|

So now I guess I wait for an e-mail from them? I swear to god if that one doujin in particular isn't in stock I will kick people. Also kashdsajksah they had the Alle/Tieria doujin with chibi Mileina matchmaker ::allllllll over that:: If I manage to get that, Sam, I'll scan you some chibi Milli.

relika@gmail.com — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 05:26:41 GMT

My head's been hurting way too much tonight.

I'm just going to go to bed.

I need to write something tomorrow. Something nice, and happy.

relika@gmail.com — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 04:38:00 GMT

Mmmm. So, along with collector's edition DVD part 1 and my third goddamn Perfect Mission Guide book (since one of the doublesided posters with Alle and Lockon got ripped gahhhh), I Picked up some...other manga that I have no idea what it is exactly? Seems to go through the series but it does it by telling each Meister's "story", I guess. It's pretty cool.

Anyway, I scanned a few Haptism pics/pages from it because I'm me. Shitty crooked scans ahoy.

SO PRETTYYYYYYYYYY ::touches this Halle::

I absolutely adore this panel.

mmmm

GOD KJASHDSAK This pic is amazing but it's ruined by the textboxes in the way and the spine of the book. I'd kill for like. A normal version of that pic.

And yeah that's all for now.

relika@gmail.com — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 02:34:08 GMT

SnowFairyTifa: And Alle's like BUT YOU DO KNOW THAT I'M A MAN. DO YOU STILL LOVE ME AND WANT ME KNOWING THAT? LYLE, I DO NOT HAVE BOOBS AND OTHER WOMANLY PARTS. I HAVE A PENIS. ARE YOU OKAY WITH THAT?

relika@gmail.com — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 01:05:45 GMT

Why does everything happen at once.

I'm going to fucking flip out and kill something soon.

relika@gmail.com — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 04:33:04 GMT

I posted this in Chuu's entry but I'm reposting it here too for posterity's sake