Monthly Archives: December 2016

Time flies, make a statement, strike a pose.

You know whose trousers were finished in time for a photo shoot at the beginning of the year?

Oberon’s.

Though Oberon himself hasn’t been out in full even now, some… almost a year later. The Goat was the one who debuted his trousers, for the aforementioned photo shoot, in January, which was discussed here, during April (your feeble human concepts of linear time mean nothing to me).

Ignoring the specifics, it really has been a year. Oberon was last year’s New Year costume and I’m only typing this entry halfway through constructing this year’s project.

This year's end of year project.
But more on that hot mess later. And by “later” I may or may not mean “this time next year” (assuming I live that long).

Can you believe there was a time when I’d write down everything every single day? That was 10 years ago. Motivation? Never heard of it.

Now, in December, it might actually be time to explain the construction of that whole Oberon mess in a little more detail.

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Love’s just a thing that others do.

Late one evening I sat at my parents’ dinner table. The sun had set hours ago. Across from me sat my father, his face tired. Pained, even.

“Why?” He uttered quietly, pleading.

He’d already voiced regrets toward installing the Facebook messenger app on his phone, now there was a .PDF of Snowqueens Icedragons’ Master of the Universe in there waiting patiently for him to confirm these regrets.

My mother was laughing. She knows about my fixation on bad fanfiction (to be fair, my father does too, he simply does his best to ignore it). She also happens to be a writer, so perhaps some part of me validated sending the offending document to my parents under the pretence that it might be, in some way, “useful”.

But probably not.

Right now I can’t remember what sort of discussion led up to that point.* What I do remember is that it took me about an hour to figure out how to send a .PDF by phone. In my defence, I have never been comfortable with telephones.

That was… several months ago now. 10pm on August 1st to be precise. Ah, the wonders of time stamps!

More recently MaEmon contacted me via the very same FB Messenger app my father regretted installing with yet another chapter of the infamous Saucy Fanfic! This one was haphazardly scrawled in a school diary (or “study planner”). They were supposed to be used for tracking homework and assignment progress but… that was rarely (if ever) the case.

You know the drill…

Warning:
The Saucy Fanfiction was something MaEmon and I conceived during highschool.
Being the work of over-caffeinated sleep-deprived teenage pieces of weeb trash, rest assured this is at best going to be juvenile and poorly written, and at worst downright offensive.

Possible triggers (for this chapter) include but are not limited to:
Dubious consent, graphic descriptions of anthropomorphism, and technosexuality. Not necessarily in that order.

This work is only to be viewed by persons over 18 years of age.
Viewer discretion is strongly advised.

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